Both boys were thrown violently to the ground by the
force of it, while showers of earth, bricks, and material of all kinds
pelted down all about them.
A moment later the boys were on their feet, still partly stunned and
undecided as to whether they should run or not.
"There may be another one coming," warned Hugh.
While they hesitated a man suddenly appeared running swiftly away from
the direction of the explosion.
"Hey there!" challenged Bob. "Who are you?"
For answer there came the flash of a revolver and a pane of glass in the
window close beside the boys' heads was shattered.
"Stop!" shouted Bob at the top of his voice and regardless of danger he
started in pursuit of the fleeing man. Hugh was not to be left behind at
such a time and together they raced after the fugitive.
Suddenly he stopped, raised his right arm, and hurled his revolver. It
struck the ground directly in front of Hugh, spun around a number of
times and hit him a sharp blow on his shin bone as it caromed.
"Let it alone," cried Bob.
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