The skill and wonderful forest intuition of the second man had been matched by those of the first.
The pursued, when he caught that glimpse of his pursuer, laid his rifle carefully on the earth, because he did not wish a shot to be heard, and drew his own knife.

Slight as was the sound that he made the other heard it, turned in a flash, and the two sprang at each other.
The moonlight streamed for a moment along their knife blades and then they struck.

One stepped back, and remained standing upright.

The other swayed a moment and then fell without a sound, lying upon his back.
He who lay staring with sightless eyes up at the moon was the man with the feline face and the body naked save for the cloth at the waist.

The other, unharmed, stood, looking at him a moment or two, and then plunged deeper into the forest.
Morning dawned.