The other was impeded and robbed of all efficient hitting power, being pinioned athwart his breast.

And steadily the awful pressure was increased.

There was no apparent limit to the beach comber's powers of constriction.

The blood beat into Brice's eyes.
His tongue began to protrude from a swollen throat.
Then, all at once, he ceased to struggle, and lay limp and moveless in the conqueror's grasp.

Perceiving which, the beach comber relaxed the pressure, to let his conquered enemy slide, broken, to the ground.
This, to his blank amaze, Gavin Brice neglected to do.