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Now he could feel hands groping about his
person as though seeking to find where to follow
up that first blow with another that would
effectually wind up his career for keeps.

Rendered desperate by the nature of his situation
Perk threw up both hands and chancing to
come in contact with a human form, closed in
with what might almost be called a death grip--his
one object being to thus hold the unseen
enemy close and prevent him giving a second
blow that would be in the nature of a knockout.

He met with fierce resistance, but no matter
how desperately the other struggled and fought
he was unable to break Perk's terrible hold, so
like that of a fighting bulldog, once its teeth have
closed for keeps.

There the two antagonists rolled to and fro,
ocr>   striving in turn to get on top, only to be over-turned
fix>   striving in turn to get on top, only to be overturned
in rotation. What made it all the more
exciting was the fact that the man in the shack,
hearing all those queer noises, must imagine his
enemies were trying to burrow under the door
for he kept up frequent furious bursts of gunfire
and at any moment an unlucky roll was apt to
bring the wrestlers within range of the hail of
bullets.

One thing favored Perk--he was by degrees
getting over the deadening sensation following
that frightful blow on his head--apparently the

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