Swann had hardly hit the floor, a sodden heap, when Thesel, with bloody visage, reeled and fell like a log.

Lane bent over them, ready to beat either back.

But both were unconscious.
"Daren--for God's sake--don't murder them!" whispered Lorna, hoarsely.
Lane's humanity was in abeyance then, but his self-control did not desert him.
"You girls must hurry out of here," he ordered.
"Oh, Gail is fainting," cried Lorna.
The little Williams girl was indeed swaying and sinking down.

Lane grasped her and shook her.

"Brace up.