Then, with a sudden squatting heave, Banion cast him full length in front of him, upon his back! Before he had time to move he was upon him, pinning him down.

A growl came from six observers.
In an ordinary fall a man might have turned, might have escaped.

But Woodhull had planned his own undoing when he had called it free.

Eyeless men, usually old men, in this day brought up talk of the ancient and horrible warfare of a past generation, when destruction of the adversary was the one purpose and any means called fair when it was free.
But the seconds of both men raised no hand when they saw the balls of Will Banion's thumbs pressed against the upper orbit edge of his enemy's eyes.
"Do you say enough ?" panted the victor.
A groan from the helpless man beneath.
"Am I the best man?
Can I whip you ?" demanded the voice above him, in the formula prescribed.
"Go on--do it! Pull out his eye!" commanded Bill Jackson savagely.

"He called it free to you! But don't wait!" But the victor sprang free, stood, dashed the blood from his own eyes, wavered on his feet.
The hands of his fallen foe were across his eyes.