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Blake stood with his foot almost on the trap door that led to safety with a feeling that he could not move to save his life. A more resolute and courageous man would have made a dash for it. But Blake had no grit of that kind. He knew perfectly well that the three men opposite him were arrant cowards, and that none of them would have dared to tackle him single-handed. United they were dangerous. He could see the snarl on Dandy's face, and the murderous gleam in the eyes of the Giraffe.
"I don't seem to understand," he stammered.