Instantly there was a commotion
in the other end of the car.
Phil scrambled up quickly and crawled over the high seat ahead
of him. As he did so he uttered an exclamation. The red head of
Red Larry could be seen, his beady eyes peering over the back of
a seat.
"I've got you this time, Red!" exulted Phil, clambering over the
seat in such a hurry that he fell in a heap on the other side
of it.
The lad seemed to have no sense that he was placing himself in
grave peril. He had no fear in his makeup, and his every nerve
was centered on capturing the desperate, revengeful man who had
not only assaulted Phil, but who had caused so much damage to the
Sparling Shows.
"Don't you dare come near me, you young cub!" threatened Red,
as with rage-distorted face he suddenly whipped out a knife.
Phil picked up a club and started toward him. The club happened
to be a tent stake. Red observed the action, and crouching low
waited as the lad approached him.
"I'm going to get you, Red! I'm not afraid of your knife.
You can't touch me with it because before you get the chance
I'm going to slam you over the head with this tent stake,"
grinned Phil Forrest.
Red snarled and showed his teeth.
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