manded, drawing himself up, for Gunboat Dorgan was already advancing toward him.
"It means I'm going to pound this zooin'-bug out o' your fat carcase," cried the smaller man, with exultation in his kindling Celtic eyes.
And Teddie, overcome by what she knew to be so imminent, tried to call out "Stop!" tried to say "No, no; it's too"
But she was too late.
For the second time in one day Raoul Uhlan was guilty of a grave error in judgment. He decided to show the Celtic intruder in shirt-sleeves that he intended to pursue his own paths without the intervention of others. He decided to show this diminutive intruder that a man of his dimensions and determination wasn't to be trifled with. But something altogether unexpected seemed to intervene. That decision, in some way, evaporated under sudden and unlooked-for thuds of pain, thuds which, in the haze that enveloped him, he found it hard to account for. He was, in
