“Look! Over there,” he muttered, and pointed.
Tux stared into the darkness. For some seconds he couldn’t see anything, then he thought he saw something moving ahead of him.
“Someone up here,” Solly whispered.
Tux’s hand slid behind him and he jerked out his .45. They lay still and watched.
The figure ahead of them began to climb up the steep slope of a roof, three roofs away from them. He got halfway up and then slithered back.
“Think it’s Johnny?” Solly whispered.
“Johnny was hit. Must be the other guy,” Tux said. “To hell with him. I want Johnny.”
They watched the figure climb the roof and slide over. Then they heard a man shout.
Tux cursed under his breath.
“The cops will be here in a moment. Come on! I’ve got to get Johnny.”