On the instant, Chick drew from his pocket a flash lamp and sent a strong white glow into the face of the fleeing man.
“By George! If it isn’t just what I suspected!” exclaimed Chick. “It is a white man, and I guess he must be——”
“Pike!” bellowed the voice of Jefferson Arnold. “It’s Pike! Stop him! Kill him, if you must! But don’t let him go!”
“I don’t intend to,” was Chick’s prompt reply, as he flung himself in the way of the fugitive.
It was a “low tackle” that Chick used to stop the fellow, and it proved effective. Stooping so that he was nearly on the floor, Chick flung both arms around William Pike’s legs, and down he went, with Chick on top of him.
“That’s right! Hold him! The blackguard!” roared Jefferson Arnold, dashing forward. “Leslie!”
“I’m coming,” responded Leslie. “I was looking after the other fellow. Have you got him?”
“Of course I have!” was the millionaire’s answer. “Here’s Chick, too!”
“Hurry, dad!” cried Leslie. “We’re liable to have a dozen of those fellows up here at any minute.”
“No fear,” replied Jefferson. “We laid out the three outside guards, and the inside one is tied up. Let’s take him in again and see what we are going to do.”