He sprang at the man just as he was about to fire a second shot and grasping him by the wrist, turned the pistol aside.
The ball was spent harmlessly in the air.
Jabbering in French, the man made an effort to wrench the weapon free, but Old King Brady was too quick for him.
He brought down his fist on the rascal's arm.
The force of that blow was awful.
It numbed the arm and the pistol fell from his nerveless fingers.
The next moment Old King Brady's fist caught him on the nose, almost smashing that organ flat, and as the Canadian bit the dust, the detective landed on top of him like a tiger seizing its prey.
"I've got you now!" exclaimed the old detective, fiercely.
"Mercy!" groaned the man.
"Roll over."