Now both combatants threw their arms about one another and struggled for supremacy. Jack was still on top and he was determined to stay there if it were humanly possible. The count was struggling as strenuously to get from beneath Jack.
Suddenly Jack felt a finger press his cheek, missing his eye by a scant inch. Immediately Jack, by a great effort, freed himself of the other’s hold, and sprang to his feet.
“Trying to gouge, eh?” muttered the lad.
It was exactly what the count had tried to do. He had been seeking Jack’s eye with his finger, and he had all but found his mark.
Count Blowinski also got to his feet.
One rush he made at Jack. This, too, the lad escaped by a quick side leap, and again his fist crashed to the side of his opponent’s head.
Once more the count turned and rushed and again Jack adopted the same tactics. The count staggered from the effect of the blow he received as he passed, then righted himself and seemed about to charge again.
Jack made ready to receive him.
But, so suddenly that Jack could make no move to stop him, the count turned in his tracks, leaped to the door, pulled it open and disappeared into the hall.
With a startled cry Jack leaped after him.