“Hullo, there he is!” shouted Wort.
“Who?” asked Sid, trembling, and fearful that it might be Tim Taylor.
“Here I am, boys,” shouted Charlie.
“Ho, to the rescue!” cried Sid, now taking long leaps forward. “Charlie, I rescue thee!”
“We are coming to fank de enemy,” said Juggie, anxious to have a hand in winning the laurels now coming so rapidly to the Knights of the White Shield.
“Going to surround the enemy,” exclaimed the warlike Sid, “and also rescue Charlie, but—but—we might as well go back now. Did you have a hard time, Charlie?”
“I did have a time, I tell you,” and Charlie eagerly told the story of his adventures.
“How we will go back, boys,” said the president, “and go round home through the woods.”
“No, sir,” declared Billy, who had somewhat of his cousin’s resoluteness; “I’m going home the way we came, and if any body stops me, it is his lookout.”
The heroic sentiment was loudly applauded, and the club returning valiantly stormed the railroad fence and carried it—a remarkable feat considering that there was nobody on it to oppose them.