he next instant Lew Flapp hit the barber a
telling blow in the nose which made the blood spurt from that member.
Then Flapp dove for the door, pulled it open, and sped up the street
with all speed.

"Oh, my nose! He has smashed it to jelly!" groaned the barber, as he
rushed to the sink for some water.

Sam had been thrown against a barber chair so forcibly that for the
moment the wind was knocked completely out of him. By the time he was
able to stand up, Flapp was out of the building.

"We must catch him!" he cried. "Come on!"

"Catch him yourself," growled Lemuel Gregg, "I ain't going to stand the
risk of being killed. He's a reg'lar tiger, he is!" And he began to
bathe his nose at the sink.

Lew Flapp was running towards the railroad, but as soon as he saw that
Sam was on his track he made several turns, finally taking to a side
road which led to the Oak Run Cemetery. Here he saw there were numerous
bushes and cedar trees, and thought he could hide or double on his
trail without discovery.

But he forgot one thing--that Sam was a splendid runner and good of wind
as well as limb. Try his best, he could not shake the youngest Rover
off.

"The fool!" muttered the bully to himself. "Why don't he give it up?"

Flapp looked about him for a club, but none was at hand. Then he picked
up a stone and taking aim, hurled it at Sam. The missile struck the
youngest Rover in the shoulder, causing considerable pain.

"I reckon two can play at that game," murmured Sam, and he too caught
up a stone and launched it forth. It landed in the middle of Lew
Flapp's back and caused the bully to utter a loud cry of anguish.

"Stop, Flapp! I am bound to catch you sooner or later!" cried Sam.

"You come closer and I'll fix you!" growled the bully. "I'll hammer
the life out of you!"

"You've got to spell able first," answered Sam.

The cemetery gained, Lew Flapp ran along one of the paths leading to
the rear. Along this path were a number of good-sized sticks. He picked
up one of these, and a few seconds later Sam did likewise.

Near the rear of the cemetery was a new receiving vault, which had just
been donated to the cemetery association by the widow of a rich
stockholder who had died the year before. The vault was of stone, with
a heavy iron door that shut with a catch and a lock.

Making a turn that hid him from Sam's view for the moment, Lew Flapp
espied the vault, standing with the door partly open.

"He won't look for