Step wriggled, but the grip on his collar did not yield.
“Oh, let me at him!” he begged. “We might as well have it out—he’s been pestering me for a week.”
“Never mind! He’ll stop it now.”
“Oh, I will, will I?” snarled Orkney. “I’d like to know who’s going to make me!”
“I might,” said Sam simply.
“Bah! Dare you to try—alone!”
“That’s the way I will try it—some day,” Sam told him. “But not now; no, not now.”
“That’s right—safety first!” sneered the other.
Sam grinned; and it was an odd grin. “Certainly; safety first!” said he.
Step ceased to struggle; but, twisting his neck, stared at his friend. And then the Shark chose to advance.