Hidden under the mattress, I suppose." He stooped down, and Engleton flew at his throat with all the fury of a wild cat.

Forrest was taken aback for a moment, but the effort was only a brief one.

Engleton's strength seemed to pass away even before he had concluded his attack.

He sank back and collapsed upon the floor at a touch.
"You brutes!" he muttered.
Cecil lifted the mattress.

There was a large flat stone, sharp-edged and coated with mud, lying underneath.
"I thought so," he whispered.