“By the great horn spoon!” shouted Buckhart, “here is where we mingle in a red-hot old scrimmage, pard! There will be something doing on the top of the Acrop in a moment!”
“Boys, boys, boys!” exclaimed the professor, in great agitation and alarm. “Do be careful! Those men look dangerous!”
“Would you have us see a woman in distress without showing our manhood?” demanded Dick, as he also prepared for an encounter. “We’ll protect her, Brad.”
“Now you’re shouting!” cried the Texan. “We’ll certain check the careless behavior of those gents some.”
“Englishmen—good Englishmen!” cried the girl; “save me!”
She was panting and wild-eyed as she reached them. She seized Dick’s arm with her shaking hands. In truth she was very pretty, with clear-cut Grecian features and eyes as blue as the skies of Athens.
“We’re not Englishmen,” said Dick, “but you can count on us just the same.”
“You bet you can, just as long as the American eagle flaps its wings to the tune of Yankee Doodle,” asserted Brad.
Dick placed her behind them saying:
“Look out for her, professor, while we discuss the matter with these boisterous gentlemen.”