"Come, Harry!"
Hazelton sprang to his chum's side, the two fighting desperately to
drive away the men who held Frank Danes captive.
"Wait a few hours at least, men!" Tom appealed earnestly. "Don't do
anything now that you'll be sorry for to-morrow."
Other men of calm judgment began to see the force of Reade's remarks.
Tom and Harry were swiftly backed by such reinforcements that the
trembling wretch was torn from his would-be destroyers.
"Reade," sobbed Frank Danes, "as long as I live I'll never forget your
splendid conduct."
"Shut up!" retorted Tom roughly. "I don't want to have to knock you
down again. It might start a riot that no man could quell."
"Pass the skulking tenderfoot out to us!" implored some of the men on
the edge of the crowd, among whom was the man with the spare rope.
"No! We won't disgrace the town with a lynching," Tom shot back. "Wait
until cool judgment has had time to do its work."
"Bear a hand there!" roared Harry. "Help the firemen to save the next
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