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A FIGHT IN THE DARK
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from behind by a second man, while the one who had leaped out in front of him placed his hand over his mouth. Dick felt himself being borne backward. He struggled to maintain his footing, and struck out blindly.
He felt his fists land on soft bodies, and once an exclamation of pain escaped his assailants.
"We've got him!" a voice whispered. "Where's the rig?"
Dick partly squirmed loose, and wrenched the man's hand from over his mouth.
"Take 'em, Grit!" he cried, and there was a rush of feet, while a savage growl told Dick that his faithful dog, who had lingered somewhat behind, was about to attack the footpads.
