TEN MINUTES OF REAL DARING
Still keeping his eyes turned on the fugitive, Dick took three quick, backward steps.
"Halt!" ordered Tag.
"I was going to stop, anyway," smiled Dick. "Now, put your hands up!"
"Why?"
"Because I'm boss here!" remarked Tag.
"I didn't know that you were boss of anything," Dick replied, still smiling.
"I'm telling you," declared Mosher. "Want me to make good?"
"I wish you'd make something of yourself, instead," rejoined Prescott in a voice of intense earnestness.
"Get your hands up!" ordered Tag, with a decided increase in emphasis.