In quick strides he entered the living room and in another minute had flung himself on one of the men. Together they struggled in the darkness. Loo Wong had come up silently behind Gale and now he followed Tom into the confusion.
“They’ll kill each other,” Phyllis declared nervously as she and Val joined Gale.
“Tom has a hefty punch and I hope he uses it,” Valerie said determinedly. “I--oh!”
A revolver shot had crashed through the sound of struggle and there was an accompanying groan.
“Tom?” Gale called uncertainly.
When there was no answer she crept forward and into the living room. Suddenly all had become quiet and she scarcely dared to press the switch to light the overhead lights for fear of what she might see. The light disclosed Tom swaying over the prostrate form of the chief bandit, while Loo Wong sat calmly on Pedro’s chest, brandishing his meat cleaver.
“You’re hurt, Tom!” Gale said running forward.
“Just a scratch in the arm,” he answered. “I reckon we got these fellows this time.”
“Alle same velly blad business,” was Loo Wong’s opinion.
“Let me fix your arm, Tom,” Gale said.