Can't you fellows see that?
But if I hadn't been sick I'd either have gotten away, or would have given you fellows a fight that you'd never forget!" Quick-witted Dave was not long in discovering that Tag really was weak, as though from a recent illness.
"Say," demanded Darry, "have we been exerting ourselves to thrash an ambulance case ?" His voice rang with self disgust.
"If I'd been a well one," growled Tag, "you never would have put me down, or held me.

But I'm like a kitten to-night----strength all gone!" "What's going on here ?" asked Deputy Valden, putting in a more leisurely appearance.
"Something right in your line," Dick answered.

"Dave and Greg are holding down Tag Mosher." "You're not fooling, are you ?" demanded the deputy.

"You're not making any mistake, either ?" "We know Tag Mosher when we see him," Darry retorted.

"We've good enough reason for knowing him." With his uninjured left hand Deputy Valden reached for his pair of handcuffs, passing them to Dave.
"Here you are, Darrin," said the officer.