For a moment boy and baboon "mixed it up" at such a lively rate
that it was difficult for the spectators below to tell which was
boy and which baboon. Teddy seemed to be getting the worst
of it.
"Look out! Let go of him! You will be in the river the first
thing you know!" shouted Mr. Sparling warningly.
Teddy did not hear him. He was too busy, at the moment, trying
to keep those savage teeth from fastening themselves in his neck,
for which the beast seemed to be aiming. At the same time the
boy was getting more and more angry. It was characteristic of
Teddy that, the angrier he became, the cooler he grew.
He was guarding himself as best he could and watching his chance
to get the upper hand of his antagonist.
All at once Teddy let drive a short-arm blow at the head of
the baboon.
Few things could withstand that blow, and least of all a baboon.
It landed fairly on the grinning jaws and Bruiser's head jolted
backwards as if it were going right on into the river.
Teddy lost his balance, aided in this by the fact that Bruiser
had fastened to the lad's pajamas.
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