Then both together sailed into the detective.
“Why!” said Nick, with a laugh, “come on, if that’s what you want.”
His arms shot out like lightning flashes, and every blow landed, but the crooks kept too close for him to give them settlers.
And, after a moment, Jack retreated and drew his revolver.
That was a moment of peril for Nick, as he was busy just then with Nat.
And Nat, seeing the chance, pretended to be knocked down.
This was to give Jack a chance to shoot.
Up came the ruffian’s revolver, but before he could aim, around the corner rushed the drunken man whom they had seen.
This man threw his arms about Jack’s neck, and bore him silently to the ground.