“Help me! Help me!” she gasped. “Seize him!”
The car stopped, and the two men in front came tumbling over the back of the seat. There was a mad, confused struggle within the narrow confines of the tonneau. They got Larry down on the floor, but they could not hold him there. He reared up with the two men clinging to him; they fell against one of the doors, which burst out, precipitating them all into the road. In the road Larry felt the added weight of the boy upon him. The revolver was wrenched out of his hand.
“A rope! A rope!” cried Glanville.
A rope was produced from somewhere. That must have been the boy. The rope fired Larry to an increased effort. Let his bones crack and his muscles be torn from them, he would not submit to the rope. They rolled and strained and panted in the sand
