And the last of these now drew towards its close, Lamont had not stirred, nor did he show any sign of dropping the murderous weapon.
'Fifteen seconds more.'
'You're a fool, Lamont,' muttered the hunter. 'Chuck the thing away, and be a man.'
'Ten.'
Menotah was quivering like an aspen in the breeze.
Grimly the watch ticked off the last few seconds.
The officer took a more deliberate aim, while every man held his breath.
'Time.'
Almost before the word had formed into sound, Menotah dashed the revolver from his hand.
'Now!'