Struck squarely upon the point of the jaw, the Russian crumpled up on the ground without a sound. Jack climbed back in the machine.
“All right, Frank,” he said. “Let’s go.”
CHAPTER XIV.
FRANK TAKES A JOURNEY.
“Whew!”
Frank dropped his heavy coat on the bed and turned to Jack with a wry smile. Jack smiled back at him.
“I recognize your feelings,” he said. “Pretty close and no mistake.”
“I should say. Wonder if our good friend the count has returned yet?”
“I don’t imagine so. Guess he’ll be up half the night seeking some trace of the intruders who were so unkind as to disturb his meeting and shoot up some of his henchmen.”
“Hope he doesn’t look here for them,” remarked Frank. “I want to get some sleep.”
“To tell the truth, I wouldn’t be surprised if he hunted us up the moment he comes in,” said Jack. “He’ll want to tell us what is coming off to-morrow, so that we may be on hand. Nice fellow, the count. Seems to like us quite a bit.”