and tried to flee, but out jumped Little Blenny and caught him by the tail; round turned the big one and caught the other by the jaw.
“Hallo, Disco! breakfast’s ready—where are you?” shouted Harold from the woods.
Disco replied not. It is a question whether he heard the hail at all, so engrossed was he in this remarkable fight.
“Brayvo!” he exclaimed aloud, when Little Blenny shook his big enemy off and rolled over him.
“Cleverly done!” he shouted, when Big Blenny with a dart took refuge in the pool.
“I knowed it,” he cried approvingly, when Little Blenny forced him a second time to evacuate the premises, “Go in an’ win, little ’un,” thought Disco.
Thus the battle raged furiously, now in the water, now on the sand, while the excited seaman danced round the combatants—both of whom appeared to have become deaf and blind with rage—and gave them strong encouragement, mingled with appropriate advice and applause. In fact Disco’s delight would have been perfect, had the size of the belligerents admitted of his patting the little blenny on the back; but this of course was out of the question!
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