“And you have done it handsomely,” was the reply. “By the Czar! this fighting with fists must be a great game. I had no idea a man could do a foe such injury.”
“Well, I suppose I could have done it a bit quicker,” said Jack. “But I didn’t want to put him out too suddenly. It would have been too merciful, and I cannot see that a man like him is entitled to mercy. Still, I flatter myself I did an artistic job.”
“You did,” agreed the general.
Jack now glanced toward his fallen foe, who was returning to consciousness.
Slowly Surgoff raised himself upon his elbow; then struggled to his knees and at last to his feet. Not a hand was extended to help him. Seeing Jack standing some distance away, eyeing him, Surgoff raised a fist and shook it at the lad as hard as his feebleness would permit.
“You shall pay for this,” he exclaimed in a hoarse voice. “You shall answer to me some day. If I ever get you in my power, you will rue this day’s work.”
Jack smiled scornfully.
“I shall make it a point never to fall into your power,” he said quietly.
He turned his back upon the Russian.
Now General Burgoff advanced and glared at the vanquished Russian officer.