The man who held the wrench writhed in pain beneath the lad's strong
fingers and he dropped the wrench and turned on Hal angrily.
"What business is it of yours?" he demanded.
"I've made it my business," said Hal. "He is a friend of mine."
Unmindful of the threatening gestures of the others, he stooped and
gently lifted Chester's head. The latter was not badly hurt, and he was
soon upon his feet.
"Where did he go?" he cried excitedly.
"Where did who go?" asked Hal.
"Duval--the man I was chasing. He attempted to assassinate the
President."
A cry of surprise went up from those surrounding the two lads, and they
pressed forward with eager questions. No longer were they enemies of the
two lads. Word that an attempt had been made on the life of the President
caused them to forget other troubles.
"He went that way," said one of them, pointing.
"After him," cried another, and the crowd dashed forward. Others of
the mob that had given chase arrived by this time and also continued
the chase.
"There is no use running after him," said Hal, as Chester also would have
continued the pursuit.
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