“Now will you let me alone?” asked our hero, coolly.
“No, I won't!” roared Sam Cullum. “Somebody give me a club! I'll show him!”
Arising once more, he caught up an oar and launched a heavy blow at Joe's head. For a third time our hero dodged, but the oar struck him on the arm, and the blow hurt not a little.
Joe was now angry and believed it was time to defend himself. He edged towards the end of the dock and Sam Cullum followed. Then, of a sudden the boy ducked under the man's arm, turned, and gave him a quick shove that sent him with a splash into the lake.
“Hurrah! score one for Joe!”
“That will cool Sam Cullum's temper.”
“Yes, and perhaps it will sober him a little,” came from a man standing by, who had witnessed the quarrel from the beginning. “He brought this on himself; the boy had nothing to do with it.”
Sam Cullum floundered around in the water like a whale cast up in the shallows. The lake at that point was not over four feet deep, but he did not know enough to stand upright.
“Save me!” he bellowed. “Save me! I don't want to drown!”
“Swallow a little water, it will do you good!” said a bystander, with a laugh.