“Get off the horse,” cried Mudd. “Now, then, no nonsense, my dear; you are in my power. Unless something drops I——”
“Here it is,” cried a voice above them, and Dick Darrell jumped down from the shelf above still clutching the stones in his hands.
CHAPTER VII.
CAPTURED BY MUDD.
“Great guns! The Darrell boy!” gasped Martin Mudd, as Dick boldly faced the three men.
“Help! Oh, save me from this fellow!” screamed Clara.
Dick threw up his right hand and let one of the stones fly.
That was the time Martin Mudd came near seeing his finish.
If he had not dodged the stone he would have got it alongside the head.
Dick followed up with the other stone, but that was a miss also and before he could show any further fight Tony and Bill Struthers rushed upon him.
The case looked desperate then.