“They are certainly crazy,” whispered Andy. “They ought to be in an asylum.”
“I wonder how they got here?”
“Ran away from those other relatives in the west, I suppose,” returned the young major, and he spoke the exact truth. The relatives had been looking all over for the crazy men, but without success.
Suddenly the two crazy men threw George Strong flat on his back and began to beat him with their fists.
“Come, we must do what we can!” cried Jack, and ran forward.
The man named Callax was closest to him, and raising his stick he dealt the fellow a blow that caused him to fall dazed on the sward.
At the same time Andy hit Paul Shaff a glancing blow on the shoulder. The crazy man turned, leaped up, and caught the cadet by the throat.
“Le—let go of—of m—me!” gasped Andy.
“Boys! I am glad you came!” burst from George Strong’s lips. He scrambled up and caught Shaff by the arm. “Let him go, do you hear, Paul! Let him go, I say!” And after an effort he managed to draw the crazy man back.
By this time Bart Callax was getting up. The blow Jack had dealt seemed to take much of the fight out of him.