Then suddenly Roy Stone gained the upper hand of his opponent. He
legs were twined about Von Arnheim, he clutched the other to his
chest, one arm was in the small of his back, the other was pressed
across his throat, his chin was sunk deep into the German's shoulder.
Von Arnheim had only one arm free, the other was pinioned to his side.
With this free arm he plucked futilely at Roy's arm across his throat,
unable to reach the guarded face. It was a grip Von Arnheim was
powerless to break, and it was only a question of time until he would
be throttled into submission.
With a leap of the heart, Frank realized this. And bending down with
his lips to Stone's ear, he said:
"I've got his gun. If you can hold him now I'm going into the cave
after Morales. He's still at the phone."
A grunt was Stone's only reply as he pressed his chin deeper into the
other's shoulder. Von Arnheim's body was beginning to arch like a bow.
If he did not surrender soon, his back would be broken.
Frank darted off down the slope.
Morales was seated at the telephone as Frank entered the cave,
captured revolver in his hand. His own weapon hung forgotten at his
side, so little used was he to the handling of small arms.
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