“I guess I threw an ing-bing,” Johnny said, and half-sat up, grimacing. “Hell! My arm hurts. How long have we been here?”
“Twenty minutes,” Ken said, coming over.
“Where’s the girl?”
“She’s downstairs getting some milk.”
Johnny lay back with a little grunt of pain.
“I feel as weak as a rat. What’s happening outside?”
“I don’t know. From the sounds going on, they’re surrounding the place.”
“I don’t think I’m going to get far. Think we’re safe here?”
“I guess not. They may search each house. They must know we’re hidden in one of the buildings.”
“Yes.” Johnny shut his eyes. “Think you can get away on your own?”