In a twinkling Chick was jerked off his feet and flung in the air, but he did not release his hold.
His muscular arms alone dragged him into the wagon box.
The team was now tearing down the turnpike at a furious run, and Spark, balancing himself unsteadily, turned to see what had become of his pursuer.
Chick was in the box, and crawling toward him.
Jumping over the wagon seat, Spark hurled himself upon the detective, the latter rising to meet the attack.
That is the position they were in when the wagon dashed around the bend and past the two automobiles.
Chick was far and away a better man than Spark, but skill and muscle could not count in a predicament of that kind.
Finally the two men went down on the floor of the wagon.
The end gate had already been lost, so the combatants rolled over and over, and finally tumbled into the road.
This terminated the struggle.