"He’s northin’ but a kid," grated the big fellow. "At ’em again!"
But Dick had not waited a moment, and he managed to get in another knock-down blow during their hesitation.
“Put them out of business!”[business!”] he urged, getting after another one. "Finish the whelps!"
Inspired by his example, the other chap went into the fight once more with a vim that counted, and the two boys would have been more than a match for the rascals had not one of the latter been armed with the sand-bag.
Again the fellow with the sand-bag succeeded in hitting the one Dick had aided, knocking him down. At this moment dark forms were seen coming over the fence, and a voice exclaimed:
"Why, they must be fighting here, instead of at the regular place."
"Help!" called Dick. "Give us a hand! Three thugs have tried to do us up!"
Then the dark forms came hurrying forward.
"Sneak, mates!" growled one of the sailors. "The jig is up! We’d best git out o’ this in a hurry!"
Then the thugs took to their heels.