In the meantime Buckhart, roaring like an angry bull, went at Tyrus Helorus. The older Greek was no mean antagonist. He side-stepped in a manner that enabled him to avoid the full fury of the Texan’s rush, at the same time seeking to get hold of the boy with his powerful hands.
“Fool American!” he grated.
“Whoop!” shouted Brad, wheeling and coming at the man again. “Shades of Crockett and Bowie! you’re some spry on your feet!”
The Greek clutched Brad’s collar.
“Ha!” he cried in satisfaction.
“Ha! yourself, and see how you like it!” said Brad, as he delivered a body blow in the ribs.
But that blow, although struck with just as much force, perhaps, was not as effective as the one struck by Dick, for the reason that it did not land on the spot to count as heavily.
The Greek jerked Brad nearer and fastened both hands on him.
“Fool!” he said again.
Then he gathered the lad in his arms.