Then his keen eyes scrutinized Prescott's face.
"What's up ?" demanded Dave, as, even in the darkness he caught sight of another figure.
"Darry," smiled Dick, "I wish to present my friend, Mr.Tag Mosher." "What ?" gasped Darrin.

"This Tag Mosher.

By Jove, it is, it?
How on earth did you make him wait for us ?" Then, all in a flying heap Dave projected himself against young Mosher, clinching with him and bearing him down to the ground.
In order to make doubly sure Greg joined in the assault.

But Tag, though he struggled, did not put up much of a fight.
"Quit!" he ordered sullenly.

"I'm all in.