That beating could be given in
a few swift seconds, and the help within reach of Dick's voice
could not arrive until young Mosher had had time to slip away
among the trees of the forest that he knew so well. "What do
you want with me?" demanded Tag, bringing his leering face closer
to Prescott's.
CHAPTER XIV
THRASHING AN AMBULANCE CASE!
"I want you to stand right where you are until some of my friends
come," Dick made answer.
Then he braced himself for the violent assault that, he felt,
was sure to come. To his intense astonishment, however, Tag heaved
a sigh of dejection, then muttered:
"I may as well do it. You owe me a grudge, anyway, and you've
got the upper hand this time."
What on earth could it mean? For a brief instant Dick almost
believed that the exciting incidents of the night had been but
parts of a dream. But he raised his voice to shout:
"Dave! Oh, Dave! Come here! You, too, Greg."
"Coming," came the call, in Darry's voice. The sound of running
feet sounded on the road.
Tag Mosher glanced uneasily about, as if meditating flight. Then
his keen eyes scrutinized Prescott's face.
"What's up?" demanded Dave, as, even in the darkness he caught
sight of another figure.
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