"Run for all you are worth!" "I told you to get back," said another voice "Come on this way." A crashing through the brushwood back of the trees followed.

Dick held up the lamp and threw the rays in the direction of the sounds.

He and his brothers caught a glimpse of two boys or men hurrying away.
"Stop, or I'll shoot!" cried Tom, although he had no weapon at his command.

But this cry only made the fleeing ones move the faster.
"Sam, you stay with the girls," said Dick quickly.

"Tom and I can go after those rascals." "All right, but take care; they may be dangerous," answered the youngest Rover.
Tom had picked up a good sized stone.