Again Frank resorted to the use of his feet, and he sent one chap back with a sharp kick in the middle, while another caught his heel on the back.
Then it was that one of the ruffians cried:
“We can’t do ’em without the others. Call the guards!”
A shrill whistle cut the air, and it was answered from up and down the street.
“There are more coming, Bart!” cried Merriwell. “Put as many of these fellows out of the game as you can before the others get here! This has turned out to be a very warm evening!”
CHAPTER XXXV—MERRIWELL’S CLOSE CALL
Frank had quite forgotten his burned hands; there was no time to think of them then. Had both arms been in splints, he would have tried to defend himself just the same.
Down the street came a running figure; up the street came another. They were two of the gang, who had been set to watch for the approach of officers.
Although there were three of the ruffians to one of the boys they had attacked, the gang had been forced to call on the watchers for assistance!
“What’s the matter?” panted one, as he came up. “You’re making an awful racket! Can’t you do them two stiffs?”