He struck me down, and then lit the bit of tallow candle you see lying there.

Then we struggled, and he hit me again, and that is all I know.

But I am sure it was Baxter, for I spoke to him.

He accused us of having robbed him of that mine out West." "Was he alone ?" asked Randolph Rover.
"I saw no one else." "We ought to follow him up," declared Tom, now that he realized his father was not so badly hurt as at first feared.
"That's the talk!" ejaculated Dick.

"Wait till I get my pistol." "Boys, do keep out of harm," pleaded Mrs.Rover.