She peered at them for some seconds from beneath her hand, for the sun was in her eyes; and suddenly a queer little thrill, that was not quite fear and not solely excitement, ran through her.

For all in a moment, ringing on the still air of early morning, there came to her ears the clash of steel meeting steel.
"Good gracious!" she said aloud.

"It's a duel!" A duel it undoubtedly was.

She had a clear view of the whole scene, distant but distinct, could even see the flash of the swords, the rapid movements of the two combatants.

It impressed her like a scene in a theatre.