Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-03-07

He came on with the lunge of hunt CT at boar, his blade hate heavy, and the very fury of his rush sent the young Frenchman back to the verge of the bushes.
 Armand returned with a stop thrust, parried a lunge and answered by a riposte Then for a moment there was nothing but the du-tac-au-tac of slim steel, cutting wayward blue white flashes where the milky light caught its edge.
 Find the cub, Foy," cried Rolph with an oath, "and let us to town! You could have spitted him forty ttmes!'
 "By heaven!" suddenly burst out Henry. "Bravor'
 The Frenchman's blade, beating up fianconnade, had nicked crimson gash on Foy's shoulder.
 The latter, smardng from the prick and enraged beyond measure, came on again cursing, his chin set forward from his neck and a fieck of foam on his lips.
 Armand had changed his tactics. He still had the appearance of looseness and lack of close defense; but, strange ly enough. Foy's point, though wielded by the redoubtable swordsman that he was, had not SC much as slit rutf1e of his shirt. He was untouched, 1mmacu- late, careless and debonair
 Now he became of 6 sudden winged. He turned, circled, was here and there with the rapidity of an insect. The &srh% ,aA hot nv1rchnH the bushes, was all over the ground. There was a maze of pricking, whirl- ing arrows of sulphur colored flame in the moonlight. Foy's breath was com ing hoarsely in his throat like that of 6 strangled dog. Armand began to laugh outright as he thrust and parried.
 The lieutenant wedged an exclama- ton amid the flick and scrape of steel. Foy's face was become a welter Of sweat and rage. This was sort of fighting new to him, He tried every attack, every feint, double engage, coupe-each intellectual. Armand, him. ble, laughing, began to hum tune as he ran. .. -.t4t
 Nothing could have been better cal culated to goad >his adversary to point of impotency. Already Foy- had be- gun to cut and lunge in utter, whirling madness. Rolph no longer called to him to end the matter. All alike saw that such ending was fast coming into Armand's power alone.
 Again and again Foy laid his guard open to Armand's thrust, taking no thought but still the Frenchman with held 1t. i. Instead his leaping point slash- ed the others coat to Tapping ribbons, pricked him on the thigh, in the arm. pit, in the hand-wasp stings that drew blood and rage, but harmed not. ::
 At the first spurt of crimson Rolph leaped forward, crying that 1t was enough, at which Armand politely low cred his blade. but Foy reviled his sec ond with such curses that he went back to his station gritting his teeth. {! The lieutenant raised his hand with drawing his eyes an instant from the combatants. Henry listened, and his ear caught the tattoo of hoof beats fling ing over the road, mixed with the fall ing of lash upon horses fanks-a frenzy of impatience in the sound. As it came nearer Rolph turned his head with quick gleam of relief. At the same instant Armand, swerv- ing far forward, wounded his antagonist in the right wrist, and, Foy's fingers relaxing on the hilt, with sweeping twist sent his sword rattling a good ten feet away. ""
 Foy was after it to snatch 1t up, with snarl more like wild beast than a man, when an officer, at gallop, lead- ing three soldiers, broke into the clear ing and spurred fairly between.
 "Stopv' hea shouted, out of breath. "Stop! Tn the governors name!"
 Armand tossed his sword to the ground.
 Hell and furyv' foamed Foy as he sprang back, slashing at the horses