“Devil! you’ve got to fight for your life,” and the next instant George Richmond darted forward like a mad beast, and leaping clear of the floor flung himself upon the stranger.
That person braced himself for the ordeal, and warded off the initial blow with the dexterity of a practiced pugilist.
George found himself foiled, but he did not give up.
Again he darted at his enemy, and the pair came together in a deadly grapple.
Back and forth over the floor they writhed like wrestlers before an audience; now George obtaining a little advantage, now the other getting the best of it.
At last Richmond found himself held against the wall by a grip of iron.
He panted in his adversary’s power.
“But one man ever held me thus before this,” he cried.
“Who was he?”
“Nick Carter, and, by heavens! you must be that same man!”