Again, at a crucial moment, had Theriere's revolver missed
fire, and in disgust Byrne discarded it, falling back upon
the long sword with which he was no match for the samurai.
Norris snatched Byrne's spear from the ground, and ran it
through the body of one of the Japs who was pressing Byrne
too closely. Odds were even now--they fought three against
three.
Norris still clung to the spear--it was by far the most
effective weapon against the long swords of the samurai. With
it he killed his antagonist and then rushed to the assistance
of Foster.
Barbara Harding from the island saw that Byrne's foe
was pressing him closely. The white man had no chance
against the superior swordsmanship of the samurai. She saw
that the mucker was trying to get past the Jap's guard and
get his hands upon him, but it was evident that the man
was too crafty and skilled a fighter to permit of that. There
could be but one outcome to that duel unless Byrne had
assistance, and that mighty quickly. The girl grasped the short
sword that she constantly wore now, and rushed into the river.
She had never before crossed it except in Byrne's arms. She
found the current swift and strong. It almost swept her off
her feet before she was halfway across, but she never for an
instant thought of abandoning her effort.
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