"And you, Kitwater, drop that knife.

Hayle, my man, it's all up.

The game is over, so you may as well give in." Leglosse was about to advance upon him, warrant in one hand and manacles in the other.
"What does this mean ?" cried Hayle.
His voice located him, and before we could either of us stop him, Kitwater had sprung forward and clutched him in his arms.

Of what followed next I scarcely like to think, even now.

In cannoning with Hayle he had dropped his knife, and now the two stood while a man could have counted three, locked together in deadly embrace.