“They’d have had a good chance of getting away with it, too,” affirmed Billy. “They were big husky fellows, almost men, and they’d probably have been too heavy for our bunch. It simply shows that brains and muscle combined are a good sight better than muscle alone.”
“Weight isn’t such a bad thing either,” remarked Pee Wee.
“Right you are, old boy,” laughed Fred. “It would have taken three of us to hold that fellow down as well as you did. You sure did yourself proud.”
“I’d hate to be the driver of that car,” grinned Skeets. “You doubled him up good and plenty, Bobby. He went down as though he had been shot.”
“One strike and out,” laughed Fred. “Bobby’s eyesight was good. He put the ball right over the plate.”
There was more excited talk, then one of the boys who had come running to help their comrades but who had arrived too late said to those who had come with him:
“Well, come on, fellows. Let’s go about our business. This bunch is all right now.” With these words he turned and went off, his especial friends going with him.
CHAPTER III
A MODEST HERO
“You’ve got to look out for those fellows, especially for that Lemming, Bobby,” warned Mouser. “Those eyes of his were like a rattlesnake’s when he got up from the ground. You humbled him before his gang and made him look like thirty cents, and he isn’t likely to forget it.”