unwieldy young body straight for the vivisector's throat.

Halding, with a vicious fist-lunge, sent the pup to the floor of
the car in a crumpled heap, but not before the curving white
eyeteeth had slashed the side of the man's throat in an ugly
flesh-wound that drove its way dangerously close to the jugular.

Half stunned by the blow, and with the breath knocked out of him,
Bruce none the less gathered himself together with lightning
speed and launched his bulk once more for Halding's throat.

This time he missed his mark--for several things happened all at
once.

At the dog's first onslaught, Halding's foot had swung forward,
along with his fist, in an instinctive kick. The kick did not
reach Bruce. But it landed, full and effectively, on the
accelerator.

The powerful car responded to the touch with a bound. And it did
so at the very moment that the flash of white teeth at his throat
made Halding snatch his own left hand instinctively from the
steering-wheel, in order to guard the threatened spot.

A second later the runabout crashed at full speed into the wall
of a house on the narrow street's opposite side.

The rest was chaos.

When a crowd of idlers and a policeman at last righted the