At last, after months and years, the thrilling game of One against One was at an end.
Cassidy had made the last move, and he was winner.
For half a minute after the command to throw up his hands McKay did not move.

And Cassidy did not repeat the command, for he sensed the shock that had fallen upon his adversary, and was charitable enough to give him time.

And then, with something like a deep sigh from between his lips, Jolly Roger's body sagged.

The dunnage dropped from his shoulder to the sand.

The paddle slipped from his hand.