DAVE WARNS TIP SCAMMON


There wasn't time to jump out of the way of that second flying
missile.

By an instinct of self-preservation young Prescott, instead of
trying to leap out of the way, just collapsed, going down to his
knees.

As he sank the missile struck the top of his cap, carrying it
from his head.

"Hi! Stop that, you blamed rascal!"

It was Dave Darrin's voice that rang out, as that young man came
rushing down the street behind Prescott.

Dick in another second was on his feet, crouching low, and running
full tilt into the alleyway.

It was Dick's way---to run at danger, instead of away from it.

At his first bound into the alley, Prescott dimly made out some
fellow running at the further end.

There was an outlet of escape down there---two of them, in fact,
as the indignant pursuer knew. So he put on speed, but soon was
obliged to halt, finding that his unknown enemy had gotten away.