"But who are you? I believe I know your voice! I believe I know you! Is it possible——"
The injured lad began to choke in his bewilderment. Up to that point he had been too excited to seek to recognize Dick.
And Dick—well, it must be confessed that he had not been cool, and he had not recognized the other. Now, however, he started back a little, leaving the fellow resting on his elbow and facing him.
In silence the two lads stared at each other through the darkness. They heard the fellows who had pursued the ruffians returning, but still for some moments they did not move.
At last Dick felt in his pockets and found a match. In a moment he had struck it, holding it so the light fell on the face of the fellow opposite.
It was Hal Darrell!
Then a gust of wind blew out the match, and they were again in darkness.
"You?" choked Darrell.
"You?" said Dick coldly.
"I didn’t know," spoke Hal.