As we clinched and went down, the incarnate fiend buried his yellow teeth in my hand, and, in spite of his weight of years, I found myself hard pressed in a death struggle.

A very demon seemed to possess him; his grip was satanic in its hate.

In truth it was Cairnes who seized him by the throat, dragging him off me.

He struggled insanely against the two of us, until we bound him so securely that nothing except his eyes could move..