"Are you hurt?" asked Dick, as he helped the man who had been assaulted to his feet.
"Not much," was the slow reply. "Young man, you came in time and no more."
"Do you know those fellows who just ran away?"
"I met them at the circus this afternoon. We had several drinks and they became very friendly. I believe they were after my money."
"I think so too, Mr.—"
"My name is George Castor. And who are you?"
"I am Dick Rover, sir."
"Rover, I must thank you for your services. I shan't forget you, not me!" and George Castor held out his hand cordially. "I think I made a mistake by drinking with those fellows."
"I haven't any doubt of it, Mr. Castor."
"Do you reside in town?"
"No, sir; I am stopping at the hotel with my brothers. We just came into town to-night on rather a curious errand."
"Indeed, and what was that?"
In a few words Dick explained the situation. He had not yet finished when George Castor interrupted him.
"My boy, you have done me a good turn, and now I think I can return the compliment."
