The man went down in the dust, and Boxer was at him with all the fury of a mad animal. He would have torn the wretch to pieces right before their eyes, but Frank fearlessly grasped the dog and pulled him away, at the same time crying commandingly to him.
"Keep him off!" palpitated Bob, now filled with a great terror for the fierce animal. "Don't let him touch me ag'in! He's near bit me to pieces now!"
"You got just what you deserved, and no more, you miserable creature!" said Frank indignantly.
Then he turned and asked June what Bob had been doing.
"Oh, he grasped me, and he tried to kiss me!"
"Did he!" grated Merry, very white. "Then I should have let Boxer finish him!"
"No, no!" gasped June.
"No, no!" exclaimed Bob.
"On your knees!" cried Frank, in ringing tones—"on your knees and apologize to the young lady! If you don't do it, so help me, I'll let Boxer get at you again!"