The two rolled over into the dirt of the road, and for a while it was a question as to which would come out on top. Horning was at first under, but he was a strong man, and he now put forth every effort to get the best of the young photographer.
“You think you’re mighty fly, but I’ll show you,” he puffed.
To this Bob made no reply. He saw he had a hard task before him, but he did not intend to waste breath.
Horning tried to roll over several times, but Bob held him down, until, when he could do nothing else, the swindler bit the young photographer in the finger.
It was not a hard bite, but it was so painful and unexpected that Bob was for the moment taken off his guard.
In that moment Horning pushed the youth aside and sprang on top.
“This is my innings. Pass over that ten dollars that is coming to me.”
“I won’t do it.”
“I say you shall. Come, be quick!”
Horning tried to get one of his hands into Bob’s vest pocket. That pocket contained seventeen dollars in bills, and Bob struggled vigorously to save his money.