Instead of complying our hero grasped the bully by the throat and ran him up against the stonework of the arch.
"I want my money," he said sternly. "If you don't give it to me——"
"Let up—yer—yer chokin' me!" gasped Billy Darnley.
"Will you give me the money?"
"No."
The bully struggled fiercely, and so did Nelson. Down went both on the pavement and rolled over and over. But our hero's blood was up, and he put forth every ounce of strength he possessed. At last he had Darnley flat on his back, and then he sat astride of the bully.
"Now will you give up?" he panted. "Or must I hammer you some more?"
"Oh, Nelson! have you got him?" asked Paul, running up.
"Yes, and he's got to give me my money."