The faces of both of them were bruised, and the blood was flowing.

Gabriel was clearly flagging; and Abel's face was furious as he struck his heavy blows, under which the smaller boy staggered, but did not yet succumb.
"Oh, please! please!" cried Little Malacca, imploringly, the tears streaming down his face.
At that moment Abel Newt drew back, aimed a tremendous blow at Gabriel, and delivered it with fearful force upon his head.

The smaller boy staggered, reeled, threw up his arms, and fell heavily forward into the road, senseless.
"You've killed him! You've killed him!" sobbed Little Malacca, piteously, kneeling down and bending over Gabriel.
Abel Newt stood bareheaded, frowning under his heavy hair, his hands clenched, his face bruised and bleeding, his mouth sternly set as he looked down upon his opponent.

Suddenly he heard a sound close by him--a half-smothered cry.

He looked up.