Finally he opened his eyes and looked up at Fred.
"You wanted fight or work," sad Fred. "What do you want now?"
"Mister, I want to go as far away from here as I can."
"Well, why didn't you go when you had the chance?"
"Boss, I didn't know you then; but I do now."
"Well, get up and leave, and don't you waste a minute of time in getting away."
The fellow got up and started off in the direction of the store.
His three companions had retreated to that place, and as soon as he started, Fred followed him and assisted him in leaving by administering kicks which raised him from the ground at least a foot at every kick.
Suddenly he drew a revolver from his pocket. It was strange that he hadn't attempted to use it before.
He drew it and turned to face Fred; but just then Fred saw the weapon and kicked it out of his hand.