He waited until Merwell and Haskers were on the point of lifting the rubber cloth with the stores tied within it. Then he leaped up, and Dave and Phil did the same.
"Hands up, you rascals!" cried Roger. "Hands up, or we'll fire at you!"
"Oh!" cried Link Merwell, in consternation, and up went his hands.
"Don't shoot me! I beg of you, don't shoot!" screamed Job Haskers, and he, too, dropped his hold of the bundle and sent his hands in the air. Then, catching sight of the pistols, he dropped on his knees. "Oh, Morr, please don't shoot! Porter, I beg of you, have mercy! And you, Lawrence, please point that weapon away! It—it might go off!"
"This is a fine piece of business to be engaged in," said Roger, sternly. "Trying to steal our stores."
"It—is—was—er—all a mistake," whined the former teacher of Oak Hall.
"You won't dare to shoot," put in Link Merwell. "You won't dare!" He tried to be brave but his voice was shaky.
"What's the row here?" burst in another voice, and Abe Blower sprang up, followed by Tom Dillon.
"Hello, them two skunks!" cried Tom Dillon. "What do they want?"
