or that, but neither yielding an inch. Their muscles stood out like
bars of steel, their breath came heavily, neither man was conscious
any more of anything save his need to conquer and win and overthrow
his enemy.

The quick passion of hot rage that had come upon Dunn when he felt
the other's unexpected blow still burned and flamed intensely, so
that he no longer remembered even the strange and high purpose which
had brought him here.

His adversary, too, had lost all consciousness of all other things
in the lust of this fierce physical battle, and when he gave
presently a loud, half-strangled shout, it was not fear that he
uttered or a cry for aid, but solely for joy in such wild struggle
and efforts as he had never known before.

And Dunn spake no word and uttered no sound, but strove all the more
with all the strength of every nerve and muscle he possessed once
again to pluck the other up that he might dash him down a second
time.

In quick and heavy gasps came their breaths as they still swayed
and struggled together, and though each exerted to the utmost a
strength few could have withstood, each found that in the other he
seemed to have met his match.

In vain Dunn tried again to lift his adversary up so that he might
hurl him to the ground. It was an effort, a grip that seemed as
though it might have torn up an oak by the roots, but the other
neither budged nor flinched beneath it.