"Then you must take your medicine with the rest of us. Come out
of that!"
One of Phil's feet was peeping out from under the covers.
Teddy saw it and grabbed it. Being a strong boy, the mighty
tug he gave was productive of results.
Phil landed on his back on the floor, with a resounding thump and
a jolt that made him see stars.
"Teddy Tucker, look out; I'm coming!"
"You had better look out; I'm waiting."
The two supple-limbed youngsters met in the middle of the cabin
floor and went down together. They were evenly matched, and
the muscles of their necks stood out like whip cords as they
struggled over the floor, each seeking to get a fall from
his antagonist.
Teddy managed to roll under the bed, and there they continued
their early morning battle, but under no slight difficulties.
Every time one of the gladiators forgot himself and raised his
head, he bumped it. Phil tried to force Teddy out from under
the bed, but Teddy refused to be forced.
"When--when I get you out of here I am going to do something to
you that you won't like, Teddy Tucker," panted Phil.
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