Both of these men were great, husky fellows, and, besides, they knew that it was to be a fight to the death.
Meloy sprang at Nick with a horrible oath. He was followed by the chauffeur.
The latter struck a terrific blow at Nick with his fist, knocking Nick’s revolver from his grasp.
A yell of triumph came from Meloy as he saw that the detective was unarmed.
It looked as if Nick Carter was about to meet his doom.
Nick waited patiently the onslaught of his assailants as they dashed toward him with yells of savage delight.
As the chauffeur of the taxi reached him, Nick struck out with his left, and the fellow staggered back under the force of the blow, landing on his back on the ground.
In an instant he was on his feet and made a savage rush at Nick. Meloy aimed a terrific blow at Nick’s head.
The detective adroitly dodged the blow meant for him, and gave his assailant a couple of heavy blows in rapid succession.
Meloy went down like a log, and lay on the ground motionless. He evidently had had enough to last him for a while, at least.