Part 45 (1/2)

”Will you go down and summon help?”

”But you are alone--”

”Never mind. Get a policeman, or somebody else. I am going to have these rascals arrested.”

”Not much!” howled Porler.

”Let's down him?” yelled Murphy.

”Back! both of you!”

The two men, however, ran forward, dodging behind Mart as they came on, and closed in on him.

It was an unequal fight.

But Leo fought well, and the boy was not idle.

Mart caught up a chair, and raising it over his head brought it down on Porler's back.

”Oh! oh! you have broken my back!” yelled the old balloonist.

Scarcely had he spoken when Leo tripped him up.

But now Murphy leaped on the young gymnast, and the pair rolled over on the floor.

He was in a high rage, and he meant to do Leo a serious injury if such a thing was possible.

In the meanwhile Porler arose and pushed Mart from him.

”Help! help!” cried Mart.

He ran out of the room and into the next, the window of which was not fastened, and opening the window continued to cry out.

Then of a sudden he saw a sight that gladdened his heart.

Larry Greson was in sight.

He had followed up the trail from the other end.

”Hurry! hurry!” screamed Mart.

”Mart!” burst out Greson.

”Come up and help Mr. Dunbar!”

”Who is in there?”

”Porler and Murphy!”