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Such fighting is wearing even to seasoned nerves, and the dazzle of the sun bothered my eyes, yet he had pressedblade slipped stealthily upthe loose sleeve ofthe skin of my forearm, I let the fellow have the end of the muzzle full in the side It was not the best spot for such a thrust, nor could I give it proper force, yet I think it cracked a rib, from the way the Spaniard drew back, and the sudden pallor of his face; indeed, so ghastly white he got, I thought him done for, and lowered my barrel carelessly He was more of a man than I had reckoned on, or else his pride , like a wounded tiger, he was insideinto me just beneath the shoulder Saint Andrew! It was an aard touch, especially as the tough steel held, the punctured flesh burning like fire; but fortunately the felloas in too great pain hie, and, as we clinched and went down together, I chanced to be on top, throttling hiood-will

That which folloas but a s the discovery of his comrades, in as coive no alarm That Spaniard was a brave man, and I have ever had respect for such