Tarbox was astonished and cowed. There wasn't a man in town that could cope with him, yet he was but a child in the hands of the Norwegian giant.
"I'll have the law of you!" he shrieked in furious anger.
"So you may, but first you've got to untie that boy."
"I won't!"
"You won't, hey?"
Again Anak seized him, and shook him vigorously in spite of his struggles.
When he let him go, Tarbox, with an evil look, called, "Here, Bruiser! come here, sir."
A large, wicked-looking bull-dog bounded over a stone wall, and rushed forward evidently bent on mischief.
"Sik him!" he exclaimed, pointing to Anak.