"
Then began a lively scrimmage. Back and forth the combatants
struggled across the cabin floor, the growls of the pilot drowned
in the shouts and jeers of the performers.
All at once, Teddy tripped his antagonist and the two went down
into a heap, rolling under the main table on which the lunch had
been spread.
"Look out for the table!" warned a voice.
"Sit on it, some of you fellows, and hold it down!"
The suggestion came too late. The table suddenly rose into the
air, landing upside down with a crash, at one side of the cabin.
A moment more and the two combatants were wrestling on roast beef
and ham sandwiches, potato salad and various other foods.
"I guess this has gone about far enough," decided Mr. Miaco,
the head clown. "We'll have a fight on our hands, first thing
we know. If Teddy really gets angry you'll think the 'Sweet
Marie' is in the midst of a cyclone."
"The 'Fat Marie,' you mean," corrected a voice.
With the assistance of two others Miaco succeeded in
separating the combatants, after which he untied the rope,
releasing the pilot.
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