away was concerned, for two blows, delivered by Tom and Sam simultaneously, stretched him senseless on the deck.
"You had better give up!" cried Tom to Dan Baxter, who was doing what he could to get the two yachts apart. "This is our battle."
"Not much!" muttered the bully. "Stand back, or it will be the worse for you!"
He sprang at Tom and shoved a pistol under the boy's very nose. But before the weapon could be discharged, Dick, leaving Dora, kicked the pistol from the bully's hand.
"You villain, take that!" cried Dick, and grappled with Baxter. Both rolled over on the deck, and, shoved by somebody from behind, Sam rolled on top of the pair. A second later all three rolled down the cabin stairs in a heap.
"Oh, my back!" It was Baxter who uttered the cry, and not without cause, for his backbone had received a hard crack on the bottom step of the stairs.
"You lie still!" commanded Dick, as he leaped to his feet. "If you dare to move I'll—I'll put you out of the fight altogether."
"Don't—don't shoot me!" panted Dan Baxter in sudden fear. "I—I"
"Do you give in?"
"Yes."
