'Bite on the bullet, old man, and don't let them think you're afraid,' The grip could draw no closer.

Both men were breathing heavily.
Dick threw his head from side to side and groaned.
'Let me go,' he panted.

'You're cracking my ribs.

We-we mustn't let them think we're afraid, must we,--all the powers of darkness and that lot ?' 'Lie down.

It's all over now.' 'Yes,' said Dick, obediently.