With every ounce of power in his huge frame Silent strove to complete his grip at the throat.
He felt the right arm of Dan tightening around him closer, closer, closer! It was not a bulky arm, but it seemed to be made of linked steel which was shrinking into him, and promised to crush his very bones.

The strength of this man seemed to increase.

It was limitless.
His breath came struggling under that pressure and the blood thundered and raged in his temples.

If he could only get at that soft throat! But his struggling right hand was held in a vice of iron.

Now his numb arm gave way, slowly, inevitably.