He wabbled a bit as he passed through the open door. Dick and young Joe followed him, leaving the Outlaws to recover.
“Oh! oh!” gasped Gentle Willie. “I’ll never draw a full breath again.”
“My nose!” groaned Clinker, whose face was an unpleasant, gory spectacle.
Pope made his complaint, but for the time being Stover had nothing to say.
Having recovered a short time later, however, Buzzsaw raged like a lunatic.
“There’ll be murder in this town!” he snarled. “I’ll have that feller Merriwell’s hide before another day is over.”
“Are we going to let that old Injun get away with the money?” asked Pope.
“No!” was the furious answer. “We’ll take it away from him. Come on, let’s find him.”
But they looked for Shangowah in vain. When they finally inquired at the desk they were informed that old Crowfoot and young Joe had settled and left the hotel for good. No one knew where they had gone.