up!"

"You will keep still -- if you know what is best for you. I have
your pocketbook, and now I am bound to have that watch and that
ring."

"No! Don't rob me of the watch! It belonged to my father!" panted
Dick, and as the watch came out of the pocket he made a clutch at
it. "Help! help!"

"Will you shut up!" burst out the tramp fiercely, and struck at
the youth with his fist.

It was at this juncture that Sam put in an appearance. A glance
told him how matters stood, and without waiting an instant he came
up behind the tramp, and, catching him by the shoulders, hurled
him backward.

"Sam! Good for you!" burst out Dick joyfully. "Don't let him get
away!"

"What do you mean, boy?" demanded the ruffian, as he turned over
and leaped to his feet.

"You let my brother alone -- that's what I mean," was the answer.

"Give me my pocketbook and that watch!" went on Dick, for the
tramp held both articles, one in each hand.

"Yes, I will -- not," was the ready reply, turning, suddenly, the