It gave me vantage, a height from which to strike.

Never again will I fight as I did then.

Twice they came, and I beat them back, the iron club sweeping a death circle.

Somewhere out from the murk two men joined me, one with barking revolver, the other with gleam of steel; together we blocked the passage.

Some one on the stairs above reached over, striking with his gun, and the man at my right went down.