He shouldered the conscious man again, drew his revolver, set his back against a door. It yielded. They fell headlong backwards——
(To be continued.)
XI
Into the waiting room. Bassett shoved the still conscious man under a bench and met the blue-coated officer nonchalantly.
“Looking for any one?”
“Why, yes.”
“Who—whom?”
“Oh, only Jud Clark. They say there’s a reward on his head.”
Just then the still conscious man rolled out from under the bench. The officer sprang forward and snatched the hat from his head.
“Nope!” he said, “not him—nothing there but hair.”