Had the stick struck Leo the boy’s head would have sustained a severe injury.
But as quick as a flash Leo dodged, and the Indian club merely circled through the empty air.
“For shame, Snipper!”
“Do you want to kill the boy?”
“What harm has he done?”
And so the cries ran on.
“Mind your own affairs!” shouted the maddened gymnast. “I’m going to teach the boy a lesson!”
Again he sprang at Leo.
But now suddenly the Indian club was caught. A dexterous twist, and it went flying out of reach across the dressing tent.
Then, before Snipper could recover, he received a stinging slap full in the face that sent him staggering backward on the grass.