Down from the seat leaped the driver, heavy whip in hand.
"Oh, you're in this, are you?" panted Jack, seeing that the driver was
headed straight for him.
Down low ducked the submarine boy; then came up straight at close
quarters. Benson's sudden grapple deprived the driver of a chance to
use the butt of his whip in the manner the fellow had intended.
Yet the driver was a powerful fellow, his strength making him about a
match for the greater agility of the bronzed young skipper.
Jack managed to land a blow or two against his big assailant, though
without doing much harm.
Yet the submarine boy was undismayed and confident, until, out of the
corner of one eye, he saw Radwin rising and advancing cautiously to
close in.
Young Benson's opportunity came at just that instant. Smack! He
landed his right fist in the driver's face, almost dazing him. With
the left fist Jack struck himself free.
But Radwin was just upon him as the boy turned.
"No, you don't!" mocked Captain Jack, ducking down, kangaroo-fashion.
"Day-day!"
That low crouch and the following spring had carried the submarine boy
just under Fred Radwin's outstretched right arm.
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