"One moment, Mr. Diaz. My friend Teddy is not very diplomatic,
but he means well. He apologized to you for what he had done,
did he not?"

"Yes," growled the clown.

"Then why not call it square and--"

"I punish him. I fix him!" roared Diaz, making a leap for Teddy,
who had managed to edge up nearer to them.

"You will do nothing of the sort," answered Phil Forrest firmly,
again stepping between them.

An angry light glowed in the eyes of the clown. For an instant
he glared into Phil's steady gray eyes, then all of a sudden
launched a vicious blow at the boy.

The blow failed to reach the mark. Phil dodged and stepped back
a couple of feet.

Another, as swift as the first was sent straight for his head.
This blow the Circus Boy skillfully parried, but made no effort
to return.

"Mr. Diaz! Mr. Diaz!" warned Phil. "You forget yourself.
Please don't do anything you will be sorry for afterwards."

"I fix you!" snarled the clown.