"I have had enough," Gage gasped. Indeed, his face looked as though he had.
"Are you a baby?" Reade demanded contemptuously. "Can't you fight with anything but your tongue!"
"You wait and I'll show you," snarled the badly battered man.
"What's the need of waiting?" Tom jeered, and swung in another blow that sent Gage to the ground.
"Eh! Josh!" bellowed Gage, with all the breath he had left.
"Hustle o-o-o-over here!"
"Let 'em come!" vaunted Reade. "You'll be done for long before they can get here."
"I'll have you killed when they get here with the guns!" cried
Gage hoarsely.
Tom continued to punish his opponent. Then Dolph, on regaining his feet, sought to run. Tom let him go a few steps, then bounded after him with the speed of the sprinter. Gage was caught by the shoulders, swung squarely around, and soundly pummelled.
"Let up! Let up!" begged Gage. "I'm beaten. I admit it."
"Beaten, perhaps, but not punished enough," retorted Tom. As Dolph would no longer stand up, Reade threw himself upon the fellow and pummelled him fearfully.