Even as he spoke, he had thrust the snarling collie away, and was at the beach-comber.
No longer was it a question of boxing or of half-jesting horseplay.

The use of the knife had put this fight on a new plane.

And, like a wild beast, Gavin Brice was attacking his big foe.

But, unlike a wild beast, he kept his head, as he charged.
Disregarding the menace of the huge arms, he came to grips, without striking a single blow.

Around him the beach-comber flung his constricting grasp.