Tux tried to shield his face with his arms as he came off the floor, but Johnny battered his arm down and again hit him on the top of his head with the chair.
The back of the chair snapped and Tux flattened out on his face.
Johnny jumped forward, grabbed a handful of Tux’s thick hair and, lifting Tux’s head, he slammed it down on the floor.
Tux gave a strangled grunt and went limp.
The two stood over him, panting.
“Let’s get out of here!” Ken gasped. “Come on!”
Johnny gave Tux a hard, vicious kick in the side of his neck, then bending over him, he rolled him over and pulled out Tux’s automatic from his hip pocket.
“Come on!” Ken said again.
Johnny followed him along the passage and up on to the deck.