Just then there came the sounds of carriage wheels on the road. Bob, lying on his back, heard them first and brightened up. Perhaps help was close at hand.
At last the swindler succeeded in getting his fingers into the pocket. The tips came in contact with the roll of bills, and he renewed his efforts to gain possession of the money.
He had just succeeded in getting the bills in his grasp, when he noticed the approaching carriage. He tried to spring away, but Bob held him fast.
“Help, help!” cried the young photographer.
The carriage came to a sudden stop. A man sat on the front seat, whip in hand.
“What’s up?” he cried, curiously.
“This fellow is robbing me. Help!”
The man made a leap to the road. Horning saw him coming, and he tried his best to wrench himself away.
But Bob’s hold was a good one, and although the swindler kicked him several times, he did not relinquish it until the new arrival had Horning by the collar.
Then Bob jumped up, and caught the fellow by the arm.