"Stand back!" shouted Bob. "I'll shoot the first man who makes a move!"
Olsen was struggling to get up. Bob was beside him in an instant.
"Pull Cavard away!" commanded the lad.
No one made a move to do so. Jarvis dragged the unconscious leader to one side, then sprang back to Olsen, who was pulling himself together.
"Olsen! Segunder! I hit you. I had to do it, or you would have killed him. Come with me. Come now! You've whipped him. He won't do any more fighting for a while, I'll wager. Come, now—that's a good fellow."
Bob began tugging at the Icelander's arm. Olsen gave ground slowly, his eyes fixed on the figure stretched out on the floor. The boy continued to urge the big Icelander. A happy thought suddenly occurred to him.
"Come Help Me Get Rush."
"Come help me get Rush. I think I know where he is. They've got him locked up somewhere."
The words acted like magic on Olsen.