simÉon Gives BattleIt took them some time to loosen Ya–Bon's grip. Even in death the Senegalese did not let go his prey; and his fingers, hard as iron and armed with nails piercing as a tiger's claws, dug into the neck of the enemy, who lay gurgling, deprived of consciousness and strength.
Don Luis caught sight of Siméon's revolver on the cobbles of the yard:
"It was lucky for you, you old ruffian," he said, in a low voice, "that Ya–Bon did not have time to squeeze the breath out of you before you fired that shot. But I wouldn't chortle overmuch, if I were you. He might perhaps have spared you, whereas, now that Ya–Bon's dead, you can write to your family and book your seat below. De profundis, Diodokis!" And, giving way to his grief, he added, "Poor Ya–Bon! He saved me from a horrible d
