By a queerly crablike shift of his wiry body, the Jap had eluded the blow, and had fastened upon the arm, above the elbow and at the wrist.
A cross-pull wrench of the Jap's body brought a howl of pain from Roke and sent him floundering helplessly to his knees, while the merest leverage pressure from his conqueror held him there.

But the Jap was doing more.

The giant's arm was bending backward and sideways at an impossible angle.

Nor could its owner make a move to avert the growing unbearable torture.

It was one of the simplest, yet one of the most effective and agonizing, holds in all jiujutsu.
Thirty seconds of it, and Roke's bull-like endurance went to pieces under the strain.