She expected to see the other fall, waited to hear the grunt of the breath as it crushed out of him.

But it did not come.

She did not try to think how it happened; she only saw Morrison's head shoot upwards from a blow that seemed to rise from the earth.

For a moment he poised before his man, head lifted, eyes on the second dazed with the concussion.

And then fell Tucker's second blow--the heavy lunge of the body, the thump of the right foot as it came down upon the stroke, and the lightning flash of that bare left arm as it shot through the ugly shadows and found its mark.