“They dusted out. But who are you, and where did you come from? My window is broken, and——”
“I’ll pay for the window,” said Dick. “The entire damage isn’t more than two dollars. Here is five.”
The man took the five-dollar bill Dick extended.
“Can you stand, Savage?” asked young Merriwell.
“I—I think I can,” said Joe. “But that rap took the nerve out of me. I’m limp as a rag. They ran! Arlington got away! I—I didn’t get what I came for.”
“But you’ll get them, all right,” said Dick grimly, “Don’t worry about that.”
“You bet!” growled Buckhart.
“We must get you to a doctor who can sew up your scalp where it was cut by that bottle. You’re bleeding pretty freely, and that must be stopped. Take hold, Buckhart. We’ll get him out of this quarter if we have to carry him.”
Between them they got Joe out of the saloon and started for the respectable portion of the village.
“We didn’t get a crack at those galoots!” said Brad regretfully. “I opined we’d have a lively time when you smashed the window and went jumping in there.”