“Over in Dartinville. I will have to go for it as soon as we finish up with Raymond.”
“We will see if we can’t have him arrested,” said Frank, decidedly.
“That’s it. And when—what was that?”
Bob broke off short. A dark object loomed up over his back and a stinging blow went singing through his head.
“Stop!” he heard Frank cry. “Give me that money!”
Both Bob and Frank were sprawling in the road, while across the fields ran Casco, with the roll of bills in his hand.
CHAPTER XXVIII
BOB MEETS OLD BLAKE
As quickly as he could, Bob sprang to his feet.
“Save the money!” gasped Frank.
He had received another crack over the head and the old wound was bleeding afresh.