"You are, eh? I'll see about that!" exclaimed Wakely. "Let go of me!"
At the same time he gave a violent wrench.
"Hold on, my dear fellow," remonstrated De Royster. "You mustn't do that, don't you know."
In spite of his rather slight built De Royster was proving himself almost a match for Wakely. But his strength was not of the lasting kind, while the other's was.
"Let me go!" fiercely demanded Wakely. "If you don't it will be the worst for you!"
At the same time he gave such a yank that he succeeded in freeing one arm. But De Royster was not going to give up so easily. He grabbed Wakely around the waist.
At that moment Roy made a rush for Wakely. Just as he was about to grab him, he was thrust aside by some one from behind. Wakely turned, gave one look at the newcomer, and cried:
"Quick! Tell Annister he's escaped!"
Wakely had not yet observed Roy, as the boy from the ranch was back of him. Then the man who had taken Roy from the hotel succeeded in breaking the hold De Royster and Roy had on him. He dashed from the room, just as the other man, to whom he had called the warning, also ran out. Both seemed much frightened.
"Hold on!" cried De Royster, as if either of the men would stop for that. "Hold on! I know you."