He arrived just in time to catch an uplifted arm that would have crushed
Chester's head with a heavy wrench.
CHAPTER XXIX.
THE DEATH OF DUVAL.
"What's going on here?" cried Hal angrily, as he twisted sharply on the upraised arm.
The man who held the wrench writhed in pain beneath the lad's strong fingers and he dropped the wrench and turned on Hal angrily.
"What business is it of yours?" he demanded.
"I've made it my business," said Hal. "He is a friend of mine."
Unmindful of the threatening gestures of the others, he stooped and gently lifted Chester's head. The latter was not badly hurt, and he was soon upon his feet.
"Where did he go?" he cried excitedly.
"Where did who go?" asked Hal.