Fred and Clarence ranged themselves alongside of their chum with alacrity. "Now, then, come along, you white-livered Uitlanders!" cried the Zarps, closing in and raising their batons. "Go with them quietly," shouted the onlookers, warningly, as they saw the boys were preparing to resist. Philip Martin had by this time rounded the corner, without seeing what had happened. "Yes; take your licking like true Englishmen!" cried Stephanus, mockingly. "Don't be afraid--we shall!" answered Ned, casting prudence to the winds, as he darted to one side to avoid the falling baton. It grazed his shoulder, while his aggressor stumbled forward with an ugly oath. Next moment he was sprawling on his back, with a mouth filled with loose teeth and gore, while Ned caught the baton adroitly as it flew from his grasp. As he caught it, he swung it round and landed it with crushing force on the jaws of the second officer. A sound of breaking bones was heard, while the Boer went down like a felled ox. "Hurrah, boys! Go at it!" shouted Ned, leaping in to help his chums. Clarence had been struck, and was lying also on the ground. But Fred Weldon was giving a good account of himself, dodging the baton of the Boer--an immense fellow--and getting in some facers, which made the baton strokes uncertain. With a strong tap on the back of the Boer's cranium, which was bare, Ned quickly sent him alongside of his two mates. Then for a moment the fray was over, for the remaining policeman had rushed to the outside of the ring, and was blowing his whistle for help. "Bolt!" cried the crowd, opening a lane for them, although otherwise they did not offer to help. "No, you don't," cried Stephanus, covering the two boys with his revolver. "Move a foot and I'll riddle you." Ned looked down at poor Clarence, who was lying senseless on the ground, and decided that the game was up. He therefore glanced towards Stephanus and cried with a scornful laugh-- "I won't run away, Stephanus Groblaar, and you may have this useless baton." As he uttered the words he pitched the baton full at his enemy. Stephanus fired as the baton left Ned's hand, while he ducked. Where the head of Ned had been the bullet struck the wall and knocked a piece of stone out. But Stephanus had no time to fire again or evade the baton. Full in the face it struck him, and down he also went. A faint cheer broke from some of the onlookers, while they turned and scattered, leaving the victims to their fate. The Zarps were coming in force. Ned saw them coming, and, jumping over to Stephanus, he plucked the smoking revolver from his grasp, and quickly returned to the wall. "We're in for it now, Fred. I guess we'll be hanged for this morning's work." "What's the odds?" replied Fred. "We've shown them that English men are not curs." "Stand back, you fellows, or I'll pot some of you. We surrender, only let us go gently."