"Good night, ole Four Eyes!" said Blister, and gave my hand a friendly
pressure, just as a rattling sound attracted my eyes to the barred
stall.
The lower door was swinging open. A powerful neck had tossed the bars
from their sockets. This was the rattle I had heard, as Death came out
of that stall, huge and terrible, to rear above the unconscious white
figure in the moonlight.
My look of horror swung Blister about. I saw him dive headlong, and
the white figure was knocked to safety as the man-killer's forefeet
struck Blister down.
The rest was a dream . . . I found myself beating with futile fists the
giant body that rose and fell as it stamped upon that other body
beneath. I knew, but dimly, that the night was pierced by shriek on
shriek. And still I felt the rise and fall of the beast. How long it
lasted I do not know. . . . . . .
A helmeted figure swept me aside, I saw a gleam in the moonlight--a
flash, and felt that a shot was fired, although I can not remember
hearing it. The Big Train ceased to rise and fall. He swayed,
staggered and crumpled to the ground.
"An ambulance--quick!" I said to the heaven-sent policeman; and saw him
start for the gate on a lumbering trot. Then I stooped to the figure,
lying with its head in what the moonlight had changed to a pool of ink.
Suddenly I felt a woman's soft form beneath my hands. It was in white
and it covered that other dreadful figure with its own . . . and moaned.
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