"Come on, Killer!" he screamed.
The horror of suspense was past. It had come, and with it he was himself again.
Back, back, back, along the wall he was borne. His hands entwined themselves around a hairy throat; he forced the great head with its horrid lightsome eyes from him; he braced himself for the effort, lifted the huge body at his breast, and heaved it from him. It struck the wall and fell with a soft thud.
As he recoiled a hand clutched his ankle and sought to trip him. David kicked back and down with all his strength. There was one awful groan, and he staggered against the door and out.
There he paused, leaning against the wall to' breathe.
He struck a match and lifted his foot to see where the hand had clutched him.
God! there was blood on his heel.
Then a great fear laid hold on him. A cry was suffocated in his breast by the panting of his heart.
