He had a hold on the bully now, and was gradually forcing him backward
toward the frail railing that inclosed the floor of the stand.
Ted saw his intention. It was to throw Shan Rhue against the railing,
then spring away. Rhue evidently divined the same thing, for he
struggled with all his force against it, striking Ben in the ribs and
occasionally in the face.
But his blows were not very effective, as Ben had him caught so closely
that his blows lost their power. Thus the struggle went on for a few
moments. Then, when it was least expected, there was a crash of breaking
wood.
A yell went up from the crowd as it surged back, and the gigantic body
of Shan Rhue came hurtling through the railing, which went into
splinters from the impact of his bulk.
Shan Rhue grasped at the air, as with a roar he went over. He turned a
complete somersault as he descended and landed on his shoulders. For a
moment he lay quivering, half stunned.
There was dead silence in the crowd and none dared go to his assistance.
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