At that moment one of the other breeds stepped forward.
“You keep out of this,” Jack said sternly, as he drew his automatic from his pocket.
On seeing the gun the breed stepped quickly back.
“This was to be a fair fight with no interference,” Jack told him.
For a minute or two the fighter lay writhing on the ground in an effort to regain his breath. As he struggled to his feet a look of astonishment mingled with one of fear was on his face. He could not understand why Bob had not finished him when he had him helpless.
“Had enough?” Bob asked pleasantly.
The man glanced at his companions and then at the automatic in Jack’s hand.
“I’ll put the gun back,” Jack said quickly, as he caught the glance. “There will be no use made of it so long as your friends play fair.”
“How about it?” Bob asked again.
The man still hesitated.