The man turned as the light flashed out and fired, the bullet going wide of the mark. Then a voice came from the interior of the room, a voice which brought joy to the hearts of boys outside. The voice of Alex.
“Get him, Joe!” the voice cried. “Get him good!”
The man wheeled and shot at the springing dog, but the bullet went off into the ragged ceiling instead of into Captain Joe’s head, as intended. Directly the dog and the man were in a struggle on the floor, the only light Jule’s electric.
Alex. and Case came out of the room, leaping over the fighters, and seized Jule and Mose in enthusiastic embraces.
“Wait!” Jule commanded. “Get the man on the floor first. The dog will take his life. Joe!” he added, “let go!”
“Take him away!” shrieked the man. “He’s chewed my arm off now!”
Jule picked up the fallen man’s revolver and held it to his head while Alex. forced the dog away. There was blood on Captain Joe’s jaws, and the man on the floor was breathing heavily.
“Shut the door and put down the window!” Alex. said, presently, “and put the light out! There’s no more fight in this chap just now.”
“Here, I’ll fix him,” Case said. “I’ll chuck him into this refrigerator and lock him up. See how well he likes his own medicine.”
“But he’ll get right out!” advised Jule.