As they dashed through the doorway they felt the slashing of horsewhips, while Dick Prescott and his chums hammered them from the rear.
In less than thirty seconds the invaders had been cleared away.
They fled in screaming panic, scattering in all directions, some of them being pursued and lashed for a distance of many rods up or down the road.
On all sides the fleeing wretches threatened their persecutors with the law, but these threats did not stop the punishment.
"I guess it's all right now, boys!" called Farmer Hartshorn grimly, as he strode up to the place where Dick & Co.

had gathered just beyond their tent.
"What was that mob, anyway ?" Dick asked.
"A gang that came after revenge for what you did to Miller to-night," laughed the farmer.
"I thought as much," muttered Dick.
"They've been gathering at Miller's, and other like places, for a couple of hours," Mr.Hartshorn went on.

"But, as is the case with all such movements, some news of it leaked outside.

We got word a bit late, or we'd have been here before that crowd came along.

When we knew the word was straight some of us telephoned to others, and our crowd was gotten together, but as it is, we got here in season.