I should have knocked him down, but for the innkeeper stepping between.
"No, Herr," he said; "do not disable him." "You had best go to the barracks at once," said I to the lieutenant.
My clothes were too small for me now, and I did not shiver in my shoes.
My "Yankee" blood was up.

I would have fought him with battle axes.
"Herr," said the innkeeper, when the two had made off for the barracks, "you are a man of courage." "Thanks," said I.
"Do you know anything about rapiers ?" he asked.
"I know the handle from the blade; that's all.

But that does not make any difference.

I'd fight him with any weapon.

He struck me; and then--then, he kissed Gretchen." "I have wiped it off, Herr," said Gretchen, dryly.