Still gripping the knife-wrist, he was sore put to it to fend off an avalanche of blows from the other arm and of kicks from both of the assailant's deftly plied feet.
Nor was his task made the easier by the fact that Milo Standish had recovered from the momentary daze, and was slugging impartially at both the men who rolled and tossed on top of him.
This, for a short but excessively busy space of moments.
Then, wriggling free of Milo's impeding and struggling bulk, Brice gained the throat-hold he sought.

Still holding to the ground the wrist of the knifehand, he dug his supple fingers deep into the man's throat, disregarding such blows and kicks as he could not ward off.
There was science in his ferocious onslaught.

And his skilled fingers had found the windpipe and the carotid artery as well.
With such force as Brice was able to exert, the other's breath was shut off, while he was all but paralyzed by the digging pressure into his carotid.
Such a grip is well understood by Japanese athletes, though its possibilities and method are unknown to the average Occidental.

Rightly applied, it is irresistible.

Carried to its conclusion, it spells sudden and agonizing death to its victim.
And Gavin Brice was carrying it to the conclusion, with all the sinew and science of his trained arms.
The knifer's strength was gorilla-like.