There was a vacant lot just next to a brilliantly lighted store. As they took a roll, they landed nearly at the inner edge of the walk.
"There!" panted Andy, "you won't trip me again."
He was the stronger of the two, and got Tapp on his back. Sitting astride of him, Andy caught both hands at the wrists.
"Let go!" panted Tapp. "Say, don't draw a crowd. I'll go with you."
"You'll go with a policeman," declared Andy, glancing along the walk.
"There'll be one here soon, for the crowd's coming."
"Fight! fight!" yelled three or four urchins, dashing up to the spot.
Others came hurrying along from inspecting the store windows.
"What's the row?" demanded a man.
"Fair fight. Let him up. Give him a chance," growled a low-browed fellow, also approaching.
"What is it? what is it?" inquired a fussy old lady, craning her neck towards the combatants.