“I’ll see how you like that, Landes,” cried Casco. “Here you are!”
Jumping forward, Casco attempted to hit Frank Landes on the head, but before the club could descend, Bob rushed forward and hauled Casco back.
“Better call the landlord,” he said to Frank. “This man ought to be arrested.”
“Never!” muttered Casco. “Let me go, or I will strike you!”
Casco began to struggle, and Frank Landes jumped in to help Bob. They had just succeeded in disarming the scar-faced man, when Casco uttered a peculiar whistle.
“What does that mean?” queried Bob.
“I don’t know,” muttered his companion. “Get up,” he said to their prisoner.
Casco had hardly arisen, when two men rushed around the corner of the hotel. Each wore a slouch hat, and in the darkness nothing could be seen of their faces.
“Help me!” cried Casco. “We must get away from here.”
“But the plan, Jim, that——” began one of the men.