Bob leaped forward as if shot from a catapult, letting out a wild yell
as he did so. It was a tremendous leap from a standing position, and
he descended feet first on the other before he could discharge the
revolver again. Beneath the impact of Bob's weight the man went down
like a shot rabbit and lay still. Bob disarmed him, turned him on his
face, pulled his arms behind him and began tying them with his belt.
Meantime Jack was getting the better of his man, the Mexican. But
Frank, slightest of the three boys, was putting up a losing fight
against the German. The latter had him down and was kneeling on his
chest with his hands throttling the boy. Frank's face was purple and
the breath was whistling in his throat, while his efforts to throw the
other off were becoming more and more feeble.
Tom Bodine took in the situation and sprang forward, clubbing his
revolver. He brought it down on the German's head. There was a
sickening thud. One blow was enough. The German's hands relaxed their
grip on Frank's throat, and he rolled over unconscious.
At the same moment Jack pinioned the arms of the Mexican, and the
latter lay helpless.
The fight was over.
CHAPTER XIX
RESTING UP
Swiftly Tom Bodine trussed up the unconscious German with the man's
own belt, while Jack similarly treated the thoroughly cowed Mexican,
Morales.
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