The Argosy, Vol. XXIV, No. 1 — page 70: what you’re looking at

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70 THE BUNKEL MYSTERY. Andy looked as though he had ‘‘ been through the wars,’’ for his face was covered with blood, and where it was not bloody it was red enough to light a match upon. He was almost strangled for the want of breath, for he had exhausted his lungs in the fierce struggle. He seated himself at the tiller, gasping for breath, though he had the presence of mind to put the helm up, and keep the sloop from broaching to, as she was in the act of doing. Tom Sawder was in the lake, and in no better phy Stoal condition than his late antagonist. As the boat went ahead, he seized hold of the craft, and held himself there till he could recover his wind. Andy looked at him, and as he thought he was in a perilous situation, he put the helm down, and checked the headway of the boat. “Help! help! Ican’t swim, and I shall be drownded!’’ gasped’ Tom. ‘You can’t play me game again,’’ replied Andy, struggling for breath to sia the words. ‘* Hold on to the raft, and you will be all right.’’ I can’t hold on!’’ yelled Tom. ‘Then drown !’’ replied Andy. However, he did not mean that, for he would have jumped overboard to save the life of the bully if it had been necessary ; but he did not intend to have him in the boat again. Neither of the late opponents was disposed to talk, for-the want of breath. The Diana lay with her sails shaking, and Tom had no difficulty in keeping on the top of the water after the raft ceased to go ahead. In five minutes they had ssoaiastiets their breath, and all of Tom Sawder’s bad blood came back to him. His first effort was to secure a better position, and after several trials and much splashing he succeeded in climbing upon the rickety structure. ‘“You don’t fight fair, Andy Lamb!’ was the bruiser’s first criticisin upon the late encounter. ‘I don’t fight at all when I can help it,’’ responded Andy, very quietly. ‘We're go’n’ to have this over agin, and fair or foul, I'll lick you within a quarter of an inch of your life,’’ shouted Tom, almost mad enough to cry, Andy filled away again, and headed for the island. ~$ CHAPTER III.—A REINFORCEMENT OF HoopLuMs. Anvy LAme coucluded that it was best not to notice the va poring threats Of the bruiser ou the ratt, which were uttered more for (us own consolation than for the benefit of such a foe as his conqueror had proved to be. ‘Tom could not exactly understand how he had been defeated, for such an event had never happened to him before. How a fellow who never fought had beaten him was beyond his comprehension. ‘‘ You have had a terrible battle, Andy,’’ said Di, when she had succeeded in quieting her nerves, which had been. badly cara by the savage fight she had witnessed. ‘‘It was rather warm, but there was no avoiding it,”’ answered Andy, with a smile, for he could not help smiling when he looked at her pretty face. Gomicbook