She struck a light.
“All right?”
He looked pale and shaken in the flicker of the tiny flame. She saw that he grasped the crowbar.
“A bit woozy,” she replied, and lit the candle on the table. “Cracked my head on a beam or something.”
“That bearded guy didn’t hurt you?”
“He didn’t get a chance. Which way do you think he went?”
Bill laughed softly. “You put him out of business. Look!”
He pointed toward an upright and Dorothy saw a crumpled figure lying huddled at the base of the post.
“Goodness! You don’t think I’ve finished him?” she breathed in horrified alarm.
“No such luck,” he affirmed callously and bent over the man’s body. “Sit down until you feel better. This chap is only stunned. I’ll take care of him.”