“Look out fo’ yo’sef!”
“Kape away from me, yez black ape!”
But Pomp made a dive for the Celt. Barney let out with both his fists. They struck the darky’s head like battering rams.
But they might as well have been directed toward a stone post.
They glanced off that hard surface with the greatest of ease. Then Pomp’s head took Barney in the ribs.
The next moment the Celt was counting stars in a bewildering firmament. He recovered just in time to grapple with his assailant.
Then followed a genuine old-fashioned wrestling match.
The two jokers rolled over and over upon the ground, pounding and thumping each other until one or the other had enough.
Frank Reade, Jr., at once began to put the Dart in readiness for her great trip.
Stores enough to last for a period of many months were placed aboard.