Fifty seconds more and he was in the arena.

MacDonald was fighting three men in a space over which the spruce-tops grew thinly.

The moon shone upon them as they swayed in a struggling mass, and as Aldous sprang to the combat one of the three reeled backward and fell as if struck by a battering-ram.

In that same moment MacDonald went down, and Aldous struck a terrific blow with the butt of his heavy Savage.

He missed, and the momentum of his blow carried him over MacDonald.