"I guess I'll have to do it---though not because I really want to hurt
you!" muttered Harry ruefully.
"Ha, ha! Ho, ho!"
There could be no question that the unknown was merely playing with him.
Little as he liked to make the ugly throw Harry knew that he had to do it.
When Hazelton had anything to do he believed in doing it well. So, putting
all possible force into his throw, Harry let the rock fragment fly, and
this time he was sure that his enemy would not be able to dodge in time.
Nor did the black man make any seeming effort to dodge.
Bump! Squarely in the black face the rock landed. Harry heard the sound
and felt ill within himself. Yet the black man did not stagger. With a
contemptuous snort he kicked the fragment of rock into the water as it
landed at his feet.
"Ha, ha! Ho, ho!"
For the first time Harry Hazelton felt positively dismayed. He saw the
long, massive arms moving, looking like a powerful ape's arms. There could
be no doubt that the unknown was ready for a spring.
Harry did not retreat. Where could he run to? Only a few yards could he
go out towards the end of the wall. Then, if he wished to continue his
flight he could only take to the water.
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