With a quick move Hal suddenly released his hold
upon Matin's pistol wrist and seized the pistol hand. His finger covered
Matin's finger on the trigger.
Matin's hand at that moment was extended straight from him. Slowly now,
as Hal exerted his utmost pressure, the arm described a semicircle. Now
it pointed almost straight forward. Then, as Hal brought more strength
into play, the arm curved inward; and directly the revolver pointed
squarely at Matin's heart.
The perspiration stood out in great beads on Matin's forehead. He was
panting and gasping for breath. Hal was breathing easily, though the
manner in which the sinews on his forehead and arms stood out showed to
what extent he had extended himself.
When the mouth of the revolver pointed at Matin's heart, Hal said
quietly:
"Now, Matin, if you will release your hold on this gun I will let
you go free."
Matin's answer was a snarl of rage.
Whether the man went suddenly insane or whether he knew fully what he was
about, Hal can not say to this day; but under his own finger, the finger
on the trigger tightened. There was a flash, a muffled report and the
form of Matin fell limp in the lad's arms.
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