He made as if to repeat the blow, but Tudor, white of face, with arms hanging resistlessly at his sides, offered no defence.
"I don't mean a fight with fists," he said slowly.

"I mean to a finish, to the death.

You're a good shot with revolver and rifle.

So am I.
That's the way we'll settle it." "You have gone clean mad.

You are a lunatic." "No, I'm not," Tudor retorted.