Simultaneously something flashed bright in his hand, glinting in the sunlight.
The next instant Ned felt a hot flash of fire in his face and the stinging of a shower of needles. He staggered back, his hands to his eyes, as Kenworth, with a cry of triumph, sprang toward the Dreadnought Boy's reeling figure.
"That's the time I got you, Mister Strong!" he exclaimed.
[CHAPTER XV.]
A PRISONER ON "THE NECK."
But his triumph was just a little bit premature. The bullet from the revolver which Kenworth had so handy had only grazed Ned's cheek. It was the powder grains that had stung him like red-hot points.
The next instant he had recovered from his temporary smoke blindness. As Kenworth jumped for him, Ned sprang at the other. As he did so, his arms shot out and Kenworth's pistol went flying through the air.
Then Ned's strong hands seized the other's wrists with the force of steel handcuffs.