Happy Harry's crowd never numbered so many.
"Maybe they're highwaymen," thought our hero, as he was dragged
along "But that can't be," he reasoned further. "If they wanted
to rob me they'd have done it back there in the road, and not
brought me off here in the woods. Besides, I haven't anything for
them to steal."
Suddenly Tom stumbled over a projecting root, and nearly fell,
dragging along with him the person who had hold of his left arm.
"Look out there! What's the matter with you?" exclaimed one of
the throng quickly, and at the sound of the voice Tom started.
"Andy Foger!" cried the young inventor, as he recovered
himself, for he had recognized the voice of the red-haired bully.
"What do you mean by holding me up in this way?" he demanded.
"Quiet!" urged a voice in his ear, and the tones were
unfamiliar. "Mention no names!"
"I'm on to your game!" retorted Tom. "I know you're here, Andy,
and Sam and Pete; and Jack Reynolds and Sid Holton," and he named
two rather loose-charactered lads, who were often in the company
of Andy and his cronies. "You'd better quit this nonsense," Tom
went on. "I'll cause the arrest of all of you if you make trouble
for me.
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