He closed his hold tightly, and
began to twist. This was too much for Sam. He set up a lusty
howl.
"Wow! Ouch! Let go!" he pleaded, and he ceased to pound Ned,
and no longer tried to escape. Tom came back on the run.
"What's the matter?" he cried. Then his light flashed on the
two prostrate lads, and he understood without asking any further
questions.
"Get up!" he cried, seizing Sam by the back of his neck, and
yanking him to his feet. Ned arose, and secured a better grip on
the sneaking lad.
"What's up?" demanded Tom, and Ned explained, following it by
the question:
"See any more of 'em?"
"No, I guess he was here all alone," replied the young
inventor. "What do you mean by sneaking around here this time of
night?" he demanded of the captive.
"Don't you wish you knew?" was Sam's answer, with a leer. He
realized that he had a certain advantage.
"You'd better tell before I turn you over to the police!" said
Tom, sternly.
"You--you wouldn't do that; would you?" and Sam's voice that
had been bold, became shaky.
"You were trespassing on our property, and that's against the
law," declared Tom. "We have signs posted, warning people to keep
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