The affair now resolved itself into a duel between single foes.
Deciding to await a third shot from his enemy, he made his position behind the stump a little easier, poised, as it were, ready to throw every faculty, physical and mental, into his reply to that expected third shot.

He was quite sure, too, that he would have a chance, because the man had exposed so much more of himself at the second shot than at the first, and his escape from the bullets would make him expose yet more at the third.

His heart began to throb hard, and his pulses were beating fast.

The battle was still going on about him, but he forgot all the rest of it, the shots, the shouts, the flashes, and remembered only his own part.

He judged that in another minute the man would show himself.