Instead of complying, Barker made a spring for the youth.
Bob retreated, and the next instant the stick descended on the robber’s head with such force that the man was knocked flat on his back.
“Now will you mind?” demanded the youth, standing over him with the stick upraised.
“The old Nick take you!” cried Barker, in a rage. “Let up there!”
“Will you promise to go along if I do?”
Barker hesitated. His head ached from the blow Bob had administered, and he did not wish such a dose repeated.
“Answer me.”
“Yes, I’ll go. But, Bob, you are making a great mistake.”
“I don’t think so.”
“You are. Do you know me?”