"I don't believe it'll be quite as bad as that; but he won't be likely to give away any more lockets while this fair lasts."
As a matter of fact, Hazelton was not left to fight the battle alone. Like every other fakir engaged in that peculiar business, he had several partners whose duty it was to mingle with the crowd for the purpose of intimidating any who might be disposed to make trouble, and these had closed in upon him, while some of the more timid spectators shouted for the constables.
"Run as you never did before, Teddy, for if they get hold of us it'll be a bad job all around!"
Once Teddy caught a glimpse of the unfortunate man; his glossy hat was gone, his clothing torn, and his face covered with blood.
"I can see him now!" he cried, "and it looks as if they had about used him up, for——"
Before he could finish the sentence a stranger rushed toward him, and showing the familiar black satchel in his hand, said hurriedly:
"Get out of here with that. Hazelton will see you some time this evening. Don't stop a minute!"
Before the boy could reply the stranger was forcing his way through the struggling, yelling crowd, in order to aid his partner, and Teddy said in dismay:
"Now we are in a muss. Here is all his money, an' if anybody sees us with it we'll have a tough time."