"Give me that money and your watch!" he cried, harshly. "Give it to me instantly, or it will be the worse for you." CHAPTER XX. THE ESCAPE OF CROSS AND HUSKIN. For the moment Robert was dumfounded, for he had not dreamed that this pleasant stranger was about to attack him. "Do you hear? Give me that money," repeated Huskin, and tightened his grip. "Let me go!" returned Robert. "Would you rob me?" "I want that money you drew out of the post-office. And I want it instantly." "I won't give you a cent," cried Robert, and began to struggle with all the strength at his command. Although but a boy, he was strong, and soon it looked as if he might break away in spite of all the sharper could do to hold him. Seeing this, Huskin whistled loudly three times,--a signal that Andy Cross must join him at once. The signal had scarcely come to an end when Andy Cross pushed his way into the hallway. "Quick--hold him!" shouted Jim Huskin. "He's a regular eel." "I've got him," answered Andy Cross, and caught Robert from behind, and soon his bony fingers were pressing themselves directly into the poor youth's windpipe, so that it looked as if Robert would be choked to death. Robert could not see Cross, but he recognized the sharper's voice, and at once came to the conclusion that the two men had laid a plot to rob him. Nearly strangled, he let go his hold of Huskin, and tried to break Andy Cross' grip. The moment Jim Huskin felt himself free he wrenched Robert's watch and chain from their fastening and placed them in his own pocket. Then he dove into the boy's coat. "Let--let me go!" spluttered Robert. "Help! thiev----" He could go no farther, for now his wind was cut off entirely. All grew black before his eyes, and it was only in a hazy fashion that he felt Huskin snatch the money from where he had placed it with care. "Got what you want?" asked Andy Cross. "Yes." "Sure about the money?" "Here is a package of five and ten dollar bills." "That's it. And the watch?" "Safe." "Then we had better make tracks." "Ram his head against the wall first. We don't want him to give the alarm too soon." Andy Cross understood what Huskin meant, and between them the sharpers raised the boy's body up and threw him with great violence against the hard wall close at hand. The shock landed mainly upon Robert's head, as was intended, and with a groan, the youth sank down in a heap unconscious. "I guess he's done for," said Cross. "He is for a while, anyway," responded Huskin. "Come, the sooner we get out of this neighborhood the better off we will be." Running to the doorway of the tenement, both sharpers peered forth. "A man is coming!" cried Cross. "Let us get out by the back way," said his companion. They hurried back past Robert, and into the kitchen. Here, to their surprise, a fire was burning in a dilapidated stove. "Hullo! I thought this place was deserted," ejaculated Jim Huskin, in astonishment.