And that rigid, merciless right arm, as hard as a bar of steel, was pressing relentlessly against his throat, crushing, choking the life out of him.

He was a strong, vigorous man, but he was helpless in the grasp of this tigerish young fighter from the slopes of the Andes.

He heard Percival's voice, panting in his ear.
"I can keep this up longer than you can.

I don't want to break your neck,--do you understand?
I don't want to break your neck, Landover, but if you don't give in, I'll--I'll--" The pressure slackened perceptibly.
"Say it! Now's your chance.

Say you've--got enough!" Landover managed to gasp out the word.