Keith had not uttered a word.

He fought like a bulldog, without noise.

His effort was, while he still gripped the pistol, to bring his two hands together behind his opponent's back.

A sudden relaxation of the latter's grip as he made another desperate effort to release his pistol favored Keith, and, bringing his hands together, he lifted his antagonist from his feet, and by a dexterous twist whirled him over his shoulder and dashed him with all his might, full length flat on his back, upon the floor.

It was an old trick learned in his boyish days and practised on the Dennisons, and Gordon had by it ended many a contest, but never one more completely than this.