The hunter laughed.
"It's true, Boucher," he said, "and everyone here knows it's true.

Why speak of lies?
I don't carry them in my stock, and I've proved that I don't need them.

Come, you wish my death, attack again, but remember that I'm neither the untrained boy, Gaston Lafitte, nor Raoul de Bassempierre, wasted from illness." Boucher rushed at him, and Robert thought he could hear the angry breath whistling through his teeth.

Then he grew cooler, steadied himself and pushed the offense.

His second attack was even more dangerous than the first, and he showed all the power and cunning of the great swordsman that he was.