“Talk about this ‘hands across the sea’ stuff,” murmured Torrance. “Here’s a case where it is going too far. We’ll have to rescue a brother garby, won’t we?”
“Believe me, that’s a reg’lar mamma’s boy Johnny Bull has got his grip on, too,” chuckled Frenchy.
“Hush up, you fellows,” advised Phil Morgan, with sudden interest. “I believe I know that fellow.”
“Not Goliath yonder?” cried Ikey Rosenmeyer. “I didn’t know you sailed with such craft.”
“The other chap,” Morgan explained.
“If he’s a friend,” began Torrance, commencing to roll back his sleeves suggestively.
“Sit down!” advised the older boy, sharply. “We’d look nice piling onto that big fellow, wouldn’t we?”
“And the whole of us couldn’t handle him,” murmured Frenchy.
“You never know till you try,” said the optimistic Torrance.
“This is a case for strategy,” stated Morgan. “Now, don’t any of you fellows lose your heads.” Then he hailed the two tacking along the road: