It was Jerry’s voice. Si Peters was in the act of applying the first brushful of tar to his back. Utterly helpless, there was nothing left for Jerry to do but to use his lungs.
“Shut up!” cried Si Peters. “Yell again and I’ll hit you in the mouth with the tar.”
“You are an overgrown coward!” retorted Jerry. “Give me a fair show, and I’ll knock you out in short order.”
And again he called for help.
In a rage, Si Peters started to plaster Jerry’s mouth with the hot tar. But ere the brush could descend, Mr. Upton and Towser burst upon the scene.
“Stop, you young scamps!” roared the old farmer. “At ’em, Towser! Chew ’em up!”
Startled at the unexpected interruption, the rowdies fell back. Then Towser leaped forward and caught Si Peters by his trowsers.
“Save me!” yelled Si, in terror. “The dog is going to chew me up!”
“Good, Towser!” returned Jerry. “Hold him fast!”
And Towser did as bidden.