But Prescott's movement, in the same moment, made the blow only a glancing one.
Bump! Dick landed on Fred Ripley's nose with force and weight enough to make the lawyer's son stagger.
"Pound his head off, Bert!" howled Ripley putting a hand to his injured nose.
But Dick wheeled just in time to avoid a treacherous blow from the rear.

With all the fury of the oppressed, Prescott leaped in, planting one foot heavily on some of Bert's toes and striking a blow that landed over that indignant youth's belt-line.

Bert fell back, panting.
"If you two have enough now," remarked Dick more coolly, "I'll pick up my package and go on about my business." "You can wager you won't get away until we've settled with you!" snarled Dodge.

"Rip, never mind your nose.

Help me close in on this scamp and show him what we can do to a fellow that we don't like." In another moment Dick was the center of a cyclone, or so it felt to him.