As he went down they hesitated and wavered.

The two great negroes, taking advantage of this hesitation, burst among them with mighty blows and strange Afro-American oaths, Castor and Pollux in bronze.

With a shout of "Banzai!" Kuroki rushed forward with his kris; the other defenders added weight and fury to the rally.

Before the irons were on the wrists of Loge his men were routed.

They leaped the rail and made off for their fleet of taxicabs, flinging away their weapons as they ran.
Loge writhed and twisted and lashed the deck with his legs and body for a moment, striving even against the bands of steel that bit into his wrists and ankles.