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he did not have the chance to give tongue, at
least fully, for Perk made a lightning-like spring
and had both hands clasped about his throat
effectually throttling the intended shout so that
it emerged only as a queer sound, rather on the
order of a bull alligator's bellowing suddenly
cut short.

That was but the beginning of the affair as
Perk knew only too well it must prove to be. He
found he had a tough proposition on his hands
for the man struggled desperately, as who would
not on finding his wind suddenly cut entirely off
with a pair of iron-like hands pressing his throat
as though it were gripped in a vise?

Jack sprang up, ready to lend his pal any
necessary assistance if only the opportunity
showed itself. Just then all he could make out
in the dim light was a whirling set of wildly
struggling figures, looking for all the world like
one of those teetotums children delight in
spinning--only on an exaggerated scale.

Then they went down with a crash, first one
on top and then the other in rapid succession. It
would have made an excellent picture for the
silver screen, Jack could not help thinking
while he drew his automatic and kept tabs on
that open door, more than half expecting to see
Oswald Kearns dash wildly out with some sort
of machine-gun in his hands, ready to take a

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