Again and again LeNoir rushed, but the guard was impregnable, and steadily Macdonald advanced.

That steady, relentless advance began to tell on the Frenchman's nerves.

The sweat gathered in big drops on his forehead and ran down his face.

He prepared for a supreme effort.

Swiftly retreating, he lured Macdonald to a more rapid advance, then with a yell he doubled himself into a ball and delivered himself head, hands, and feet into Macdonald's stomach.