If you do not obey me before I count five I will shoot you.

One! Two! Three!--" The Japanese, gasping a horrible sort of sob, three times plunged the instrument he held into his left arm.

Then he flung it straight at Robert.
One would have thought his vengeance would be directed against Brett, whom he must have credited by this time with his capture.
No; he singled out a Hume-Frazer for his last attack.

The instrument struck a button on Robert's coat and fell to the floor, where it lay twisted out of shape by the force of the impact.
It was a hypodermic syringe.
Again Ooma uttered that weird cry.
"This is the end," he said.

"You have not beaten me.