In truth Frank had given Gage a heavy blow, and it was some seconds before the fellow made a move. Snell helped him sit up. Leslie put his hand to his head, and stared in a dazed way at Frank.
"Are you hurt much, old man?" asked Wat, sympathizingly.
"I guess not," mumbled Gage. "What did he strike me with?"
"His fist."
"Why, it seemed like a rock!"
Wat helped him to his feet, and the two stood glaring at Frank, who regarded them with supreme scorn.
"Shall we sail in and do him up?" asked Wat, excitedly.
"Yes," said Leslie; "we will give him a good drubbing."
Instantly Frank placed Inza to one side, and boldly faced the two young rascals.
"I don't believe you both can whip me, the way I feel just now," he cried. "I think I can give you more fight than you want, so just sail right in."