"Segunder, stop! Stop, I tell you!"
But the man was past heeding even if he heard.
Still keeping the others covered with his weapon, Bob Jarvis sprang forward, gripping Olsen by the shoulder.
"Segunder! Segunder!" he shouted in the ear of his friend. "Stop! Stop, I tell you. You will kill him! You've won. Let go of him, I tell you!"
The Icelander gazed up blankly at the boy bending over him; then he turned once more to his punishment of the man beneath him.
Bob tugged to pull him off, but he might as well have tried to move one of the mountains of iron on the range.
Something must be done, and that quickly. Bob's mind worked with more rapidity than it ever had worked before.
"I hate to do so, but I've got to do it," he muttered.
With that he drew back and struck Olsen two swift blows on the side of the head. Jarvis' punch was no light thing. Olsen toppled from the body of his victim and rolled over on the floor.
The miners started to pounce upon him.