Down they went, rolling
over and over, fighting like wild cats until Mosher secured the
upper hand and sat heavily on the high school boy.
"I gave you all the chance I could," growled Mosher, planting
blow after blow on Dick's head, face and chest, "and you wouldn't
help yourself anyway. Now, you'll take all your medicine, and
next time you meet me you'll know enough to leave me alone."
Held as he was, without really a show, Dick Prescott fought as
long as he could, and with desperate courage. But at last he
felt forced to yell:
"Fellows! Gridley! Here---quickly!"
"They're too far away, and, besides, they're asleep," jeered Mosher,
to the accompaniment of three more hard blows. "Now, I reckon
you've had enough to know your own business after this and let
mine alone. If I had any cord I'd tie you here. As it is-----"
Leaping suddenly to his feet, Mosher turned and ran swiftly through
the woods.
Dick badly hurt, yet as determined as ever, pursued for a few
score of yards. Then realizing that he could hear no sound of
the other's steps to guide him in the right direction, the high
school boy halted.
"I may as well give it up this time," he said to himself grimly.
"Besides, my main job is to guard the camp.
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