Hanlon nodded weakly.
“Which way did he go?”
The dumb boy shook his head.
“You don’t know?” Dick said disappointedly. “Did you find out anything? Is he the one who ran over Amy?”
Hanlon nodded, and his eyes took on a faint gleam of rage.
“What’s happened?” asked Jack Niles as he hurried up.
Then he saw the boy’s face.
“By Jove!” he exclaimed. “Somebody hit him! What cur would do a thing like that?”
The Yale man looked up at him, and his dark eyes were cold and icy.
“Our friend Stovebridge is the man,” he said in a tense voice.