He closed, and the Greek's ribs cracked under a vastly stronger hug than he had dreamed of expecting.
But Coutlass was no weakling either, and though he gasped he gathered himself for a terrific effort.
"Come on!" said Monty, and went past me through the door like a bolt from a catapult.

Fred followed me, and when he saw us both out on the landing Monty started down the stairs.
"Come on!" he called again.
We followed, for there is no use in choosing a leader if you don't intend to obey him, even on occasions when you fail at once to understand.

There was one turn on the wide stairs, and Monty stood there, back to the wall.
"Go below, you fellows, and catch!" he laughed.

"We don't want Will jailed for homicide!" The struggle was fierce and swift.

Coutlass searched with a thumb for Will's eye, and stamped on his instep with an iron-shod heel.