And yet when Sawyer's growling voice said in his ear, "Had enough, kid?
Beg my pardon ?" Steve managed to shake his head.
"Want more, eh ?" asked Sawyer.

"All right, kid!" The clasp on his neck tightened again and he felt himself being once more thrust downward.

And then, suddenly, he was free, and when, fighting his way back to the surface, he looked dazedly, there was Tom clinging to Sawyer's neck, thrashing and squirming.
"You let him be, you big bully!" Tom was saying.

"You let him be!" "Let go of my neck, you silly little fool!" gasped Sawyer, striving to break the boy's hold.
"You let him be!" gurgled Tom, half-drowned but clinging like a limpet.
"You let him be, you big bully!" Then the two went under and Steve, recovering his breath, wrenched them apart somehow and pulled poor Tom to the side of the tank.

Sawyer, breathing with difficulty after Tom's choking grasp about his neck, floundered to the edge, got a sustaining grip on the rim of the tank and glared angrily at the two boys.
"I'll get you for this, you smart Alecks," he declared chokingly.
"You're too fresh, both of you.