"If that's what you call it, I suppose we do," was Corrigan's reply.
The young machinist was now becoming more used to the situation, and he determined to submit no longer. He noticed that Mosey had unconsciously moved to one side, and watching his chance, he sprang for the door.
But Corrigan was too quick for him, and with a reach of his long arm he caught the young machinist by the collar, and held him until Mosey had again reached the door.
Jack's grit was up and he wrestled with all his strength. He caught his antagonist by the waist, and literally threw him to the floor.
"Hit him. Andy, hit him!" screamed Corrigan, trying to regain his feet.
Mosey approached Jack with the same stick he had used in the first encounter. The young machinist caught the blow upon the left arm, and retaliated by landing one square from the shoulder on the Irishman's nasal organ. He did not believe in pugilism, but knew something of the art of self-defense; and used his knowledge to good advantage.
He followed up the first blow by another, and had just gained the door for the second time, when Corrigan, with a vile exclamation, seized the heavy brass lantern, and swinging it over his head, brought it down with all force upon Jack's neck.
The blow half stunned the young machinist, and before he could recover he was on his back, with Corrigan on top of him.
"Phat shall we do?" asked Mosey in bewilderment. Jack's unexpected attack had surprised and dismayed him.
"Get that rope upstairs," gasped Corrigan, who was well-nigh winded; "we'll bind him so tight that he won't give us any more trouble."