Before he could recover his balance, Chester, getting a good start,
hurled himself forward as he had been wont to do on the football
field--but not in a tackle--and Duval, unable to entirely recover
himself, found himself being pushed rapidly across the room.
In vain did he strike out at the lad with his one free arm. His blows
fell short. Chester, with lowered head, continued to push, and Duval was
unable to check this impetus.
Straight back and back the Apache chief was forced. Then his legs came
into contact with something that caused him to cry out in despair. This
something was the edge of the low window, and Duval realized in an
instant that he was on the threshold of death.
But his cry came too late, and it is doubtful if Chester, thoroughly
aroused as he was, would have released his victim anyhow. There was a
sound of cracking glass, as Duval's head was forced against the
window pane, and Chester, hearing it, released his hold and stepped
back quickly.
And the lad stepped back none too soon. Another foot forward, and he,
too, would have gone hurtling through the window to the street.
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