“Lost a good pair of shoes and some beautiful fifty-cent stockings this evening,” said Tommy. “I can’t afford it.”
“Great horn spoon, I’m glad to see you, partner!” breathed the Texan, with unspeakable relief. “I thought you right behind me until I hit the main highway. When I discovered you weren’t with me I didn’t know what to do. I thought of going back to look for you, but that seemed foolish, for I knew you wouldn’t turn round after getting out of that old building.”
“I did turn round, though,” said Dick.
“Did?”
“Yes.”
“What for?”
“I happened to think of the fellow I pitched against the wall and left stunned when we made haste to get out. I didn’t really know whether he had escaped or not. I went back to see.”
“Great tarantulas!” exploded Brad.
“You’re referring to old Sate, I presume?” said Tucker. “Well, I really hope he got scorched a little. He didn’t quite blister the bottoms of my feet, but I thought he had.”
“The fellow would have perished in that fire if I hadn’t turned back to look for him,” said Dick. “I got him out, all right, but we came mighty near being nabbed by a night watchman.”