Hot, quick puffs of breath fanned his cheek.
Hissing, sibilant gasps marked the throes of the struggle.
Unexpectedly the figure went limp.
Dick clung. He heard the aides coming in through the metal opening. He caught the pound of Sandy’s approaching shoes.
But he did not believe he had made his captive so tamely surrender.
He realized that with a hand at her side the woman was striving to get at something in her skirt.
He slipped his arm down lower so that his hand encountered her wrist.
That lessened his ability to hold with the arm that was already aching from its prolonged strain. His hand gripped convulsively in the folds of the dress at the back; but his grip was not as tight as it had been because his mind was concentrated on stopping that other hand!
He felt a knee coming up.
Involuntarily he shrank back from a possible kick in some vital spot.