Once Ravenslee staggered back from a vicious flush-hit, and once
M'Ginnis spun around to fall upon hands and knees; then they clenched,
and coming to the ground together, fought there, rolling to and fro and
hideously twisted together. But slowly Ravenslee's clean living began
to tell, and M'Ginnis, wriggling beneath a merciless grip, uttered
inarticulate cries and groaned aloud. And now the deadly neckerchief
was about his gasping throat and in his ears his conqueror's fierce
laugh--lost all at once in a roar of voices, a rush of trampling feet.
Wrenched at by fierce hands, smitten by unseen fists, Ravenslee was
beaten down--was dimly aware of the Spider's long legs bestriding him,
and staggering up through a tempest of blows, hurled himself among his
crowding assailants, felled one with his right, stopped another with his
left, and, as the press broke to the mad fury of his onslaught, felt his
hand wrenched from a man's windpipe and heard a frantic voice that
panted:
"Leg it, bo, leg it. Hully Chee! ain't ye had enough?" So, mechanically,
he set off at a run, with his arm still gripped by the Spider.
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