"I ought to have suspected this!" grunted Harry inwardly, as he
fought back with all his strength. He might have succeeded in
slipping away from the two men who sought to pin him down, but
the third man, still aching from contact with Harry's missiles,
now darted into the scrimmage, striking several hard blows. Harry
was presently conquered and tied.
"Take the cub to his own camp!" sounded the exultant voice of
Dolph Gage. "With one of the pair tied, it won't be hard to
handle the other whenever he happens along."
CHAPTER X
TOM'S FIGHTING BLOOD SURGES
"Take another hitch of rope around that young steer," Dolph ordered,
after he had flung Harry violently to the ground.
"He wont get away as he is," replied one of the other two men.
"Maybe not, but take an extra roping, as I told you," was Gage's
tart retort.
So another length of line was passed around Hazelton, until he
felt as though he had been done up in network.
"Now; we'll give your partner a chance to show up," muttered Gage,
throwing himself on the ground.
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