'Now or never!' says I to meself, so up I gets, and my knee joints cracked like--well, they cracked so loud that only the turning of the crank stopped him from hearing them.

With that, I let drive with the half brick, and caught him square in the small of the back.
Down he went with a yell, and me on top of him.

I had the second half brick ready to batter his skull in if he showed fight, but the first one had laid him out sufficient for my purpose, which was to get hold of this." Brodie's hand dived into a pocket, and he produced a particularly vicious looking automatic pistol.
Then McCulloch said imperatively: "You've got him.

Where is he ?" Brodie was really an artist.

Some men would have smirked with triumph, but he merely jerked a thumb casually toward the automobile: "In there!" he said.
The policeman ran to a door and wrenched it open.