chance fer NO dog, when Jack gits THAT hold."

Then he raised his eyes and looked into the quivering face of the owner of the
dog--the little fellow--who, with the bellow of a yearling bull, sprang at
him. Again Chad's lips took a straight red line and being on one knee was an
advantage, for, as he sprang up, he got both underholds and there was a mighty
tussle, the spectators yelling with frantic delight.

"Trip him, Tad," shouted Daws, fiercely.

"Stick to him, little un," shouted Tom, and his brothers, stoical Dolph and
Rube, danced about madly. Even with underholds, Chad, being much the shorter
of the two, had no advantage that he did not need, and, with a sharp thud, the
two fierce little bodies struck the road side by side, spurting up a cloud of
dust.

"Dawg--fall!" cried Rube, and Dolph rushed forward to pull the combatants
apart.

"He don't fight fair," said Chad, panting, and rubbing his right eye which his
enemy had tried to "gouge"; "but lemme at him--I can fight thataway, too."
Tall Tom held them apart.

"You're too little, and he don't fight fair. I reckon you better go on
home--you two--an' yo' mean dawg," he said to Daws; and the two Dillons--the
one sullen and the other crying with rage--moved away with Whizzer slinking
close to the ground after them. But at the top of the hill both turned with
bantering yells, derisive wriggling of their fingers at their noses, and with
other rude gestures. And, thereupon, Dolph and Rube wanted to go after them,
but the tall brother stopped them with a word.