Perhaps one of these moods was coming upon him even then.
A looker-on would have been inclined to think so upon hearing the growl of satisfaction he gave utterance to.
When foemen worthy of each other's steel come in contact, there is seldom much time lost in skirmishing.
The Red Goliath threw himself upon his Indian foe with an agility one would hardly expect him to possess.
His assault, overpowering as it seemed, was right valiantly met by his sturdy opponent, and as the two closed, Mason could no longer see the particulars of the combat.
There was a threshing of arms for half a moment, then came the dull, sodden sound of blows delivered with telling force, and which must proceed from the white man.
The crushing nature of these was soon made clear.
One of the gigantic forms raised the other high in the air with but feeble resistance, and dashed him upon the ground with tremendous power.
As if intent on making sure of his work, the Red Goliath stooped over his fallen foe.
Something gleamed in the faint light; the sound of a blow reached Mason's ears, and the blade did not shine when it was again raised.