"The affair does not concern you.

If he does not draw and defend himself I will chastise him with the flat of my sword." "You will not," said the hunter, in his cool, measured tones.

"You will fight me, instead." "My quarrel is not with you." "But it soon will be." Near Willet was a rose bush with fresh earth heaped over its roots.
Stooping suddenly he picked up a handful and flung it with force into the bravo's face.

Boucher swore under his breath, stepped back, and wiped away the earth.
"You've earned the precedence, sir," he said, "though I reserve the right to attend to Mr.Lennox afterward.

'Tis a pity that I should have to waste my steel on a common hunter.