ll we're worth."

"What good will that do?"

"If we can pull one of them away it ought to stop the fight, oughtn't
it? A man can't fight with himself."

"All right," agreed Grant. "We'll see what we can do, anyway."

"Be careful now," advised George as Grant took his place beside him.
"This is pretty ticklish business."

The two boys knelt side by side on one of the seats. They leaned
forward, eagerly waiting for a chance to seize the infuriated negro by
his feet. This was no easy task, however, for his feet flew in all
directions and kicked viciously backward, so that a few bruises were the
sole results of the first attempts of the two boys.

"Hit him on the shins," advised John. "That'll fix him."

"We'll try this first," said Grant doggedly. His knuckles were bleeding
and his forearms were sore from the treatment he had received from Sam's
boots. The pain made him angry and more determined than ever to
accomplish his purpose.

The fight was now desperate, even more so than before. No human beings
could continue at such a killing pace for long, however. Sam still had
the advantage which he had held from the beginning. His great powerful
hands were now feeling for Petersen's throat, and from the expression in
the Finn's eyes it was evident that he could not hold out much longer.
Help must come to him and come quickly.

"I've got him," cried Grant suddenly as he caught hold of one of Sam's
feet. "Grab the other one, Pop. Quick."

George grabbed all right, and held on, too. He received a blow over an
eye which opened up an ugly cut, but still he hung on desperately.

"Now, pull!" shouted John. "Pull with all your might!"

Both boys exerted themselves to the utmost. They braced themselves and
pulled with all the strength that was in them. It was difficult for them
even to hang on, however, for Sam struggled desperately and the two boys
were thrown all about. Still they retained their hold.

"You've got him," encouraged John. "Hold him."

Suddenly Sam doubled up his legs, drawing both Grant and George forward,
almost on their faces. Then quick as a flash he shot out with both feet,
striking the two boys each full in the chest. Their grip was torn loose
and they were sent sprawling backward, over the seat onto John, who too
was bowled over so that all four boys lay in a heap on the bottom of the
boat.

Grant was the first to regain his senses, and a strange sight greeted
his eyes. Sam and Petersen were now