"I hope he isn't much hurt, but I'm not going to take any
chances."
Phil jerked off his coat and began ripping it up, regardless of
the fact that it was his best. With the strands thus secured, he
approached his prisoner cautiously, then suddenly jumped on him.
Larry was not able to give more than momentary resistance.
Inside of three minutes Phil had the fellow's hands tied securely
behind his back. Gathering the stones about him in case of need,
the lad sat down and wiped the perspiration from his brow.
"I guess that about puts an end to your tricks, my fine fellow,"
announced Phil.
The train had been finally stopped, and a force of men now dashed
back along the tracks. They had been in time to view the last
half of the battle of the stones, and when Red went down they set
up a loud triumphant yell. In a few minutes they had reached the
scene and had taken the prisoner in tow.
The train was at the top of the grade waiting, so the show people
and their captive were obliged to walk fully a mile to reach it.
Mr. Sparling, attracted by the uproar, had rushed from his
private car. He now met the party a little way down the tracks.
"I got him!" cried Phil, when he saw the owner approaching.
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