with you."

"I can but try, yet right skillful is the fellow."

So they turned to again. Yet this time the stranger fought the better.
Soon the other was forced back, foot by foot. And even as the stranger
seemed to have all the best of it, his foot seeming slipped, and he
went to his knees.

Fiercely the other came upon him. Yet as he came closer the stranger's
club moved swiftly. From out the seeming victor's hand flew his mighty
club and next second found him clubbed to the ground, senseless.

Now the stranger sat himself down for he needed rest sorely. But only
for a little while and thereafter he turned to try his skill with bow
and arrow. And though he had shown skill in all of the other feats he
proved his mastery here. For he was wondrous expert in his archery.

"Here you, is fair target," he finally suggested after many trials.
And went to distant tree and removed from bough upon it, all its
leaves but one.

"Shoot you all at this. And if you bring it down I will call you
skillful."

But only one would try for it. And he came close but missed.

Now did the stranger raise his own bow. Nor did he seem to take aim
but let the arrow fly. And the arrow carried the twig and leaf with it
to the ground.