He struggled to free himself, but soon found that two men were holding him. At last he managed to turn partly around and saw that the men were the two roughs who had wanted him to treat.
"Let me go!" he managed to say at last.
"Hold him, Mike," cried Pat, and slipped his hand into Robert's trousers' pocket.
Robert struggled, but before he could break away Pat had secured not only the baggage check, but also some loose change amounting to about a dollar.
"Now his udder pockets, Pat," panted Mike heavily. "Hurry up, I can't hold him much longer."
"You scoundrels!" exclaimed our hero, and breaking away at last, he dealt Mike a staggering blow in the chest.
But as the rough tumbled he caught the boy by the arm, and both fell, Robert on top.
"Help me, Pat!" roared Mike, seeing he was getting the worst of the encounter.
Pat started to jump in, but then thought better of it. As Robert leaped up with fire in his clear eyes, the man began to run.