CHAPTER XXIV
CONCLUSION
At heart young Prescott was frightened enough. Yet he was also aroused to a fury of resistance.
With an ugly growl Driggs started in to shake the lad once more. Just at this moment, however, Dick found a chance on which he had been doing some frenzied calculating.
As he hung from Driggs's outstretched hand Dick's foot was just about on a level with one of the fellow's knees. Dick drew his foot back like a flash, delivering a lusty kick.
The blow glanced. Even at that Driggs's knee-cap suffered. With a groan of pain Driggs let go and stood by to rub his injured knee.
"You young fiend!" hissed Ab. Dexter, grabbing Dick by the collar.
Driggs tried two or three limping steps.
"Anything broken there?" demanded Ab. anxiously.