"Can you make him talk?
Miss Standish, will you please go somewhere else for five minutes?
This is not going to be a pretty sight." As the girl turned, obediently yet reluctantly, from the room, the Jap, with a smile of perfect bliss on his yellow face, advanced toward Roke.
The big man wheeled, contemptuously, upon him.

Sato sprang at him.

With a hammerlike fist, Roke smote at the oncoming pigmy.

The arm struck, to its full length.

But it did not reach its mark, nor return to the striker's side.