"Shouldn't wonder if you were," chuckled Stover. He kept his place in the wagon and laughed quietly to himself. "I'd like to see the scrimmage," he said to himself. With this object in view he drove forward, so that from the wagon seat he could command a view of the scene of conflict. "They're tying the boy to a tree," he said. "I reckon the giant'll be in time, and I'm glad on't. That boy's a real gentleman. Wonder what he's done to rile Dick Hayden and Bob Stubbs. He'd have a mighty small show if the giant hadn't come up. Dick's a strong man, but he'll be like a child in the hands of an eight-footer." Meanwhile Achilles Henderson was getting over the ground at the rate of ten miles an hour or more. His long strides gave him a great advantage over an ordinary runner. "If they lay a hand on that boy I pity 'em!" he said to himself. It was fortunate for Kit that Dick Hayden, like a cat who plays with a mouse, paused to gloat over the evident alarm and uneasiness of his victim, even after all was ready for the punishment which he proposed to inflict. "Well, boy, what have you to say now?" he demanded, drawing the cowhide through his short stubby fingers. "I have nothing to say that will move you from your purpose, I am afraid," replied poor Kit. "I guess you're about right there, kid!" chuckled Hayden. "Are you ready to apologize to me for what you done over to the circus?" "I don't think there is anything to apologize for." "There isn't, isn't there? Didn't you bring that long-legged ruffian on to me?" "I was only doing my duty," said Kit, manfully. "Oho! so that's the way you look at it, do you?" "Yes, sir." "No doubt you'd like it if that tall brute were here now," said Hayden, tauntingly. "Yes," murmured Kit; "I wish my good friend Achilles were here." "So that's his name, is it? Well, I wouldn't mind if he were here. Stubbs, I think you and I could do for him, eh?" "I don't know," said Stubbs, dubiously. "Well I do. He's only one man, while we are two, and strong at that." "Oho!" thought Achilles, who was now within hearing. "So my friend, the miner, is getting valorous! Well, he will probably have a chance to test his strength." By this time Hayden had got through with his taunts, and was ready to enjoy his vengeance. "Your time has come, boy!" he said, fiercely. "Stand back, Stubbs!" Bob Stubbs stepped back, and Dick Hayden raised the cruel cowhide in his muscular grasp. It would have inflicted a terrible blow had it fallen on the young acrobat. But something unexpected happened. The instrument of torture was torn from his hands, and a deep voice, which he knew only too well, uttered these words: "For shame, you brute! Would you kill the boy?" Panic stricken the brutal miner turned and found himself confronting Achilles Henderson. A fierce cry of rage and disappointment burst from his lips. "Where did you come from?" he stammered.