“What’s this?” exclaimed Frank Merriwell, who, with Hodge for a companion, just returned from Twin Star Ranch, at this moment came into view round a corner. “What are those fellows doing to that poor man?”
“Raising hob with him,” said Bart, quickly. “The old fellow is drunk and they are abusing him.”
“Well, I think it’s time for us to take a hand in that!”
“I should say so!”
“Come on!”
Frank sprang forward; Bart followed.
The old actor was just making an effort to get up. The young ruffian who led the gang kicked him over.
The sight made Frank’s blood leap.
“You cowardly young cur!” he cried, and he gave the fellow a crack on the ear that sent him spinning.
Hodge struck out right and left, quickly sending two of the largest fellows to the ground.