Hal Hastings lay on the ground, as though badly hurt.
"Oh, you would, would you?" raged Captain Jack Benson, making a swift
spurt after Millard.
He caught the long-legged one, too, by the back of the fellow's coat
collar.
Yank! Millard was pulled over backward. Down he went, Benson piling
a-top of him.
"Down!" cried Skipper Jack, exultantly. He found, however, that Millard
possessed strength enough to put up a stiff fight.
"Come on, Hal--if you can!" called Jack Benson, sharply.
"Can't--just yet," came, in muffled tones, from the usually prompt Hal
Hastings.
"Let go, you young hound!" ordered Millard, striking out savagely.
Jack hung desperately. Yet the trouble was that the young submarine
skipper had tackled a man who was at least fifty per cent. stronger
and fully as agile.
While Hal still hung back, Millard gave a heave, then rolled himself
over on top of Jack Benson.
"I'll give you just a short lesson!" snarled the long-legged one.
He raised a fist, intent on bringing it down like a sledge-hammer
across Benson's face.
That blow, however, wasn't the one that landed. Biff! whack! Two
sturdy, hard fists registered on Millard's head from behind.
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