She was aghast at the sight. Both boys were bleeding, but neither gave way. After one despairing cry, she fled into the house, and burst in upon her father and stepmother, who were in the library.
"They're killing each other! Stop them! Oh, do come quick!"
Mrs. Maclahan laughed at the horror in her tones.
"Fighting, I suppose," she said. "I knew Puggy would be at it. Leave them alone, Tina. It's only the first go off! They'll be the better friends after it."
"But!" gasped Christina. "They're hurting each other! It's so wicked to fight, oh, do stop them!"
Her father rose and looked at his wife humorously.
"My dear, Christina has not your constitution, and I'm not fond of fights. Puggy must learn to control himself. Come along, Tina. Where are these young combatants?"
Christina led him into the garden breathlessly.
"Dawn has never fought any one before, I'm sure he hasn't, and oh! They're hurting each other so!"
When they arrived on the scene, the boys were rolling over on the ground; Dawn was undermost, but if his body was getting the worst of it, his spirit was unbroken; and when Mr. Maclahan's stern voice broke in upon them, and they both rose to their feet, he exclaimed, "We'll have another round!"