"She is running away!" called out Mrs. Goss. "Stop her!"

"Here, this will never do," roared Dan Baxter. "Come here, Dora
Stanhope!" and he made a clutch at her.

Soon the two boys were in pursuit, with the sailor close behind.
Fortunately for the evildoers the spot was practically deserted,
so that Dora could summon no assistance, even though she began to
call for help at the top of her lungs.

The girl had covered less than a half-block when Baxter ranged up
alongside of her.

"This won't work!" he said roughly. "Come back," and he held her
tight.

"Let me go!" she screamed. "Help! Help!"

"Close her mouth!" put in Mumps. "If this keeps on we'll have
the police down on us in no time!"

Again his hand was placed over Dora's mouth, while Baxter caught
her from behind. Then Goss came up.

"We'll have to carry her," said the former bully of Putnam Hall.
"Take her by the feet."

"Wot's the meanin' o' this?" cried a voice out of the darkness,
and the crowd found themselves confronted by a dirty-looking
tramp who had been sleeping behind a pile of empty hogsheads.