But it was not to be. There came a flash and a stunning report; the deherer clattered against the wall, and the Senestro clutched a stinging hand. He was staring in surprise at something behind Chick—something that made him turn and dart out of sight.
Chick wheeled.
Right behind him stood the familiar form of the Jan Lucar; and a few feet beyond, a figure from which came a clear, cool, nonchalant voice;
“I would have killed that fellow, Chick, but he's too damned handsome. I'm going to save him for a specimen.”
Watson peered closer. He gave a gasp, half of amazement, half of delight. For the words were in English, and the voice—
It was Harry Wendel.
XLIV. — DR. HOLCOMB'S STORY
If there was the least doubt in Chick's mind that this was really Harry, it was dispelled by the sight of the person who the next moment stepped up to his side. It was none other than the Nervina.