"I have told you, already, that I shall go only when Mr. Benson gives
the word and accompanies me," replied the girl, white but courageous.
"Then we won't waste more time," laughed the wretch, harshly. "Since
you will stay, then you must be a witness of what you have brought on
my worst foe! Close in, men--get him!"
As the men sprang to obey, and Jack dodged nimbly back, Daisy Huston
uttered a piercing scream. The next thing she did was wholly natural.
Under the intense strain of her feelings the girl fainted.
"Take her!" nodded Millard, to the driver, who was plainly one of the
desperate lot. "Take her from here as fast as you can."
The driver, ready for his work, snatched up the girl's light form.
"Have a care what you do--all of you!" cried Jack Benson, warningly,
and now, in his hand, the revolver gleamed.
But one of the wretches, darting in at Jack's right, from behind, aimed
a blow with a cudgel at the weapon. He struck it from the young
lieutenant's hand.
Down to the ground it fell, but Lieutenant Benson was as quick as
thought, now.
He bent over, snatching up the weapon, then ducked away from a follow-up
blow at his own head, and sprang back.
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