"That"s the way to talk, d.i.c.k," said Powell. "Let us clear out, and take the youngsters with us."
By this time Lew Flap had recovered from the flooring received and now he approached d.i.c.k once more.
"Do you want me to hammer you good, Rover?" he panted.
"As I said before, Flapp, I didn"t come here to fight, but I can defend myself. I propose to leave quietly, and take Harry and Joe with me."
"Supposing I won"t let you leave?"
"I don"t think you"ll stop me."
"Come, Flapp, don"t make a fool of yourself," put in Powell. "We didn"t come here to quarrel, but to urge all of the crowd to quit drinking.
You know it"s against the Hall rules and regulations."
"And you intend to blab on us?"
"Not at all. I"m not that kind. And d.i.c.k Rover isn"t either."
"I know how to fix "em," came from Pender, with a cunning look in his eye.
"How?" asked Flapp and Rockley, in concert.
"Our word is as good as anybody"s. If they say they found us at Mike Sherry"s we can say that we found them there, too. For all we know they were drinking below before they came up."
"That"s it!" interrupted Lew Flapp, thinking he saw a way of implicating d.i.c.k and Powell. "Mike Sherry never lets anybody in his saloon without they drink something."
"It"s as plain as day," came from Rockley.
"They had all the liquor they wanted before they came up, and now they want to stop our sport."
"Your story might be believed were it not for one thing," said d.i.c.k, trying to keep calm. "Come on, Harry, come, Joe." And he whispered something into their ears.
"Oh, all right," said Harry Moss, and he retreated from the room, speedily followed by Joe Davis.
"Hi! come back here, you young scamps!" roared Lew Flapp. And then he made for the doorway leading to the next room.
"Not so fast, Flapp!" said d.i.c.k, and blocked the opening with his own form, while Powell stood directly behind.
"Say, fellows, Moss and Davis are getting out of the window!" cried Flapp, in astonishment.
"That"s the way Rover and Powell must have gotten in," came from Pender.
"Exactly," answered d.i.c.k, "and that proves we didn"t have to stop below for liquor," he added triumphantly.
"Look here, I don"t mean to let those fellows go yet," bl.u.s.tered Lew Flapp. "Let me get at them."
"Not to-night, Flapp."
Scarcely had d.i.c.k spoken when the tall boy flung himself forward. The pair grappled, and a moment later both went down, with d.i.c.k on top.
"Hit him, d.i.c.k, don"t let him get the best of you!" cried Powell, and an instant later found himself tackled by Pender and Jackson. For the moment Ben Hurdy, who had remained silent during the most of the talk, did nothing, but then he ran forward, and watching his chance, kicked d.i.c.k in the side of the head with his foot.
The quarrel was now on in earnest, and in the midst of the melee a burly waiter came rushing from below, demanding to know what was the matter.
"A pair of spies!" shouted Pender. "Help us to give them a sound thrashing, Pat."
"Sure, Oi will that!" was the answer, and the waiter joined in the attack on d.i.c.k and Powell.
It was with a mighty effort that Powell managed to throw off his a.s.sailants. Then he leaped for the window, reached the ladder, and fairly slid to the ground.
"Let up on d.i.c.k Rover!" he called, when safe. "If you don"t, I"ll rouse the constable and have somebody locked up."
"Confound him!" muttered Rockley. "We had better dust out. If he calls a constable the jig will be up."
With a parting kick at d.i.c.k he rushed down the back stairs to the resort, and unlocked the door. Taking care that Powell should not see him, he darted into the gathering darkness.
Ben Hurdy followed Rockley, and a moment later Pender and Jackson did the same. Then Flapp came staggering down the stairs, holding his nose, from which the blood was flowing freely.
"Let"s get back to the Hall as quickly as we can," he said to the others. "And if we are examined, we can deny everything."
"All right," said Pender. "But what did you do to Rover?"
"Somebody kicked him and he"s about half unconscious. I left him to the tender mercies of Pat the waiter." And then Lew Flapp and his cronies hurried away on the road leading to Putnam Hall.
d.i.c.k might have defended himself, but he was cruelly kicked several times, and partly lost consciousness, as already told. In a dim, uncertain manner he felt himself raised up and carried below, and then put on the gra.s.s of the yard behind Mike Sherry"s resort.
When he was able to move he sat up and then arose to his feet slowly.
At that moment Songbird Powell discovered him. Powell had been up the ladder a second time, to find the window closed and locked.
"d.i.c.k!" he exclaimed. "Are you badly hurt?"
"I--I don"t know," was the slow reply. "How are you?"
"I"m all right?"
"Where are Flapp and the rest?"
"They ran away."
"And Harry and Joe?"
"They are waiting for us, down at the turn in the road."
d.i.c.k put his hand to his head, to find a big lump directly back of the ear. His ear was cut, and there was a scratch on his chin.
"They didn"t fight fair," he explained, when he felt a little stronger. "They kicked me when I was down."
Aided by Powell he made his way to a pump and there bathed his head and procured a drink of water.