He summoned up what little courage he could, therefore, and came
slowly down a ladder that he had reared against the side of the barn
furthest from the house.
Bob waited until Looker was fairly on the ground before making a
move. While descending the ladder Buck had made up his mind to run
for it as soon as he reached the ground, for he had little liking for
an encounter with Bob, although many times he had talked big about
what he was going to do to him some day. But Bob had no intention of
letting him escape so easily, and as Buck put his foot on the ground
and turned with the intention of running, Bob was on him with the fury
of a wildcat. Buck was prepared for this too, and when he saw that he
was fairly cornered started to fight back.
Looker was bigger and heavier than Bob, and for a time held his own,
but Bob had the memory of more than one wrong to avenge, and a gallant
spirit that took no heed of blows received so long as he could punish
his enemy.
For many minutes they fought back and forth, giving and taking in
fierce fashion. Buck landed one or two heavy blows, but Bob only shook
his head and bored in more fiercely than ever. He rained blows on the
retreating bully, who was soon getting enough and more than enough.
At length Bob saw an opening, and quick as a flash a fist shot up and
caught Looker square under the jaw.
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