Then, without a second's hesitation, he sprang toward the others.
"Into your seats instantly!" he shouted, as he raised once more the damaged, but still formidable, weapon.

By an instinct the mutineers fell into the nearest seats, and Keith turned back to his first opponent, who was just rising from the floor with a dazed look on his face.

A few drops of blood were trickling down his forehead.
[Illustration: "If you don't go back to your seat, I'll dash your brains out," said Keith.] "If you don't go to your seat instantly, I'll dash your brains out," said Keith, looking him full in the eye.

He still grasped the chair, and as he tightened his grip on it, the crestfallen bully sank down on the bench and broke into a whimper about a grown man hitting a boy with a chair.
Suddenly Keith, in the moment of victory, found himself attacked in the rear.

One of the smaller boys, who had gone out with the rest, hearing the fight, had rushed back, and, just as Keith drove Jake Dennison to his seat, sprang on him like a little wild-cat.