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.