rough for good work; but for every blow on the head that staggered him he gave at least another. Annis' breath was coming certainly as fast as his own; he seemed to stagger as Hereford forced him back.
"You know I will let you out of this if you want to go," Hereford managed to gasp as he pressed him.
Annis' answer was to counter merely for a moment—he made no attempt to strike back. As Hereford's cane struck Annis' again, it clashed with a different sound—so Hereford thought he had broken it; but, as he pressed recklessly forward to follow up the advantage, he felt a sudden, stinging, burning sensation in his left shoulder. He pressed forward, not understanding it, striking madly with his cane. Annis' guard went down and Hereford knew he struck with the
