the wall.

Afraid of the wonderful jiu-jitsu, I had picked up the first thing
handy, which was a tabaret. I literally broke it over the head of
my Chinaman, then turned and dashed out after Long Sin just as
Kennedy picked himself up and followed.

I caught up with the Chinaman and we had a little struggle, but he
managed to break away and raised his axe threateningly. A shout
from Kennedy caused him to turn and run down the flight of stairs,
Kennedy closely behind him.

In the main hall of the apartment house were two elevator shafts
facing the street entrance, some twenty-five or thirty feet away.
Through the street door the janitor and two or three other men
were running in. They had heard the noise of the fighting above.

Escape to the street was cut off. We were behind him on the flight
of stairs.

Long Sin did not hesitate a moment. He ran to the elevator, the
door of which was open, seized the elevator boy and sent him
sprawling on the marble floor. Then he slammed the door and the
elevator shot up.

Kennedy was only a few feet behind, and he took in the situation
at a glance. He leaped into the other elevator, and before the
surprised boy could interfere shot it up only a few feet behind
Long Sin.