In vain the Frenchman backed and dodged and tried to guard.

Once, twice, Macdonald's fists fell.

LeNoir's right arm hung limp by his side and he staggered back to the wall helpless.

Without an instant's delay, Macdonald had him by the throat, and gripping him fiercely, began to slowly bend him backward over his knee.

Then for the first time Macdonald spoke: "LeNoir," he said, solemnly, "the days of your boasting are over.