"We can try," answered Dick. He turned to Crabtree. "I reckon your game is up, old man." "Let me go!" growled the former teacher fiercely, and as Dick advanced upon him he thrust the lighted candle full into the youth's face. Of course Dick had to fall back, not wishing to be burnt, and a second later the candle went out leaving the room in total darkness. But now Tom sprang forward, bearing Crabtree to the floor. Over and over rolled the pair, upsetting first a chair and then a small table. At the sound of the row Dora Stanhope began to scream, fearing one of her friends might be killed, and presently Mrs. Stanhope joined in. But the cottage was situated too far away for any outsiders to hear, so the boys had to fight the battle alone. At length Josiah Crabtree pulled himself clear of Tom's hold and made for the open window. But now Dick had recovered and he hurled the man backward. The movement kept Crabtree in the room, but it was disastrous to Tom, for as the former teacher fell back his heel was planted on Tom's forehead, and for the time being the younger Rover lay stunned and unable to continue the contest. Finding himself unable to escape by the window, Josiah Crabtree felt his way to the door and ran out into the hall. Because of his former visits to the house he knew the ground plan well, and from the hall he darted into the parlor and then into the sitting room. Dick tried to catch him, and once caught his arm. But Crabtree broke loose and placed a large center table between them. "Don't dare to stop me, Rover," hissed the man desperately. "If you do you will be sorry. I am armed." "So am I armed, Josiah Crabtree. And I call upon you to surrender." "What, you would shoot me!" cried the former teacher, in terror. "Why not? Didn't you try to take my life in Africa?" "I repeat, you are mistaken." "I am not mistaken, and can prove my assertion by half a dozen persons." "I have not been near Africa." "I won't argue the point with you. Do you surrender or not?" "Yes, I will surrender," replied Josiah Crabtree meekly. Yet he did not mean what he said, and as Dick came closer he gave the lad a violent shove backward, which made the elder Rover boy sit down in an easy chair rather suddenly. Then he darted into a small conservatory attached to the sitting room. "Stop!" panted Dick, catching his breath. "Tom, he is running away!" Crash! jingle! jingle! jingle! Josiah Crabtree had tried the door to the conservatory and finding it locked and the key gone, had smashed out some of the glass and leaped through the opening thus afforded. By this time Dora was coming downstairs, clad in a wrapper and carrying a lamp in her hand. The first person she met was Tom, who staggered into the hall with his hand to his bruised forehead. "Oh, Tom, are you hurt?" she shrieked. "Not much," he answered. "But Dick--Dick, where are you?" "Here, in the conservatory. Crabtree just jumped through the glass!"