Dick was in a serious predicament and he realized it. But he determined to do his best. As the men closed on him, Dick struck out. One of the men staggered back.
At that moment there came the sound of pattering feet down the street. The men drew back. A second later two running figures came into sight, and Dick cried out in amazement.
The figures were Shirley and Mabel, and even as Dick recognized them a third form came into view, and this Dick immediately recognized as that of Hernandez.
“Shirley! Mabel!” called Dick.
The girls half halted in their stride, and then, with glad cries, came toward him.
The men who had attacked Dick, seeing the approach of another man, turned and made their way to the next corner, where they stood to watch developments.
Hernandez, perceiving that he had but one to contend with, and this a young man, advanced confidently. Shirley and Mabel had now reached Dick’s side, and the three faced the Mexican.
Without a word Hernandez’s hand went to his pocket, but Dick was too quick for him.
“No you don’t,” he cried, and sprang forward.
His right fist shot out with stunning force, and the Mexican rolled on the ground, his revolver, which he had succeeded in drawing, being hurled from his hand.