He hit at anything which offered.
Still he laughed as he leaped back and forth. Perhaps mere weight of
rushing would beat the dancing will-o'-the-wisp to the floor. Silent
bored in with lowered head and clutched at his enemy. Then he roared
with triumph. His outstretched hand caught Dan's shirt as the latter
flicked to one side. Instantly they were locked in each other's arms!
The most meaning part of the fight followed.
The moment after they grappled, Silent shifted his right arm from its
crushing grip on Dan's body and clutched at the throat. The move was
as swift as lightning, but the parry of the smaller man was still
quicker. His left hand clutched Silent by the wrist, and that mighty
sweep of arm was stopped in mid-air! They were in the middle of the
room. They stood perfectly erect and close together, embraced. Their
position had a ludicrous resemblance to the posture of dancers, but
their bodies were trembling with effort. 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.
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