I got a blow on the shoulder that made me sore for a week, but the fellow had missed my head with the sandbag, and I slipped behind a telegraph post before he could strike again.

Still, things looked ugly.

The man who'd been following came into sight, and I was between the two.

Then Blake ran up the street--and I was mighty glad to see him.

He had two men to tackle, and one had a sandbag, while I guess the other had a pistol." "But you were there.