But we will get him to the drug store first, and into the back room.

Then I can examine the poor chap comfortably." Though seemingly "out of his head," the sufferer succeeded in throwing his arms about a great deal.
Then, suddenly, Dick, who had been following and watching with wide-open eyes, called out lustily: "Dr.Bentley, your overcoat is open, your chain is hanging with no watch on it, and your scarf pin is gone!" That announcement electrified the situation.

Dr.Bentley glanced down swiftly, then threw one hand up to his necktie.
"My purse is gone from my chatelaine!" cried one of the women who had been helping.
"My purse is gone, too!" It was amazing to see how quickly the sufferer from the fit galvanized into action.

He straightened up suddenly, gave himself a violent wrench and shook himself free of those who had sought to aid him.
With a bound the fellow was off and away.

As he sprang he spat from his mouth the piece of soap that had supplied the foam to his lips.
"Catch him, fellows!" yelled Dick.
But only Tom and young Prescott were near enough to the path of flight.
Tom Reade leaped valiantly in, but was shoved off and sent spinning by one of the burly fists of the rough.
It was up to Dick to make the catch.
Dick had his skates, strapped together, swinging from his right wrist.
He swung the skates back to strike at the fugitive.