"Then help me to hold the damned young scoundrel, for he's fighting like the devils in hell! Here he is! Get hold of him!" Burke took a silent hard grip upon the figure suddenly thrust at him, and almost immediately the fighting ceased.
"Let me go!" a hoarse voice said.
"Hold him tight!" said Kelly.

"I'm going to take a rest.

Guy, you young devil, what do you want to murder me for?
I've never done you a harm in my life." The man in Burke's grasp said nothing whatever.

He was breathing heavily, but his resistance was over.

He stood absolutely passive in the other man's hold.
Kelly gave himself an indignant shake and continued his tirade.