“Gone!” hissed Diamond. “Not much! Look—there he is! He is coming back!”
“Thunder and guns!”
“Blue blazes!”
“Lively, fellows!”
They attempted to bundle the captured proctor into the cab, but he had caught enough of their words to know they were in danger of detection, and he fought as savagely as he could, crying out in a muffled voice for help.
“Hang him!” growled Browning. “He’ll get us all nipped!”
“Better drop him and make a run for it!” fluttered Harry.
“The cop sees something is wrong!” palpitated Jack. “He’s coming in a hurry!”
This was true, and the kidnapers were in great peril.