Cosetta reached for a revolver. Before he could produce it Darrin's bullet laid him low.
But Cantor sprang at the young ensign with such force as to bear him to earth.
One of Cantor's hands gripped at Dave's throat. In the traitor's other hand flashed a narrow-bladed Mexican knife.
"The score is settled at last!" hissed Cantor, as he drove the weapon down.
CHAPTER XXIV
CONCLUSION
It's the thought that can take shape in the hundredth part of a second that saves human life at such a crisis.
The instant he felt the hand at his throat there flashed into Dave's mind a sailor's trick that had come to him, indirectly, from Japan.
Clasping both of his own hands inside of Cantor's arm, and holding both arms rigidly, Darrin rolled himself over sideways with such force as to send the traitor sprawling.
Dave got to his feet with the speed of desperation that rules when one is in danger.