“Is Cabot’s a saloon?”
“It’s a saloon and a thieves’ den,” growled the man. “Gosh! how my head spins.”
“And you think you were drugged?”
“Of course I was. Ordinary liquor wouldn’t knock me out like this.”
“You said something about a Jim Casco.”
“That’s the man—heard the barkeeper call him by the name, but he got hushed up pretty quick.”
“Where did you meet this Casco?”
THERE WAS AN EXPLOSION AND BOB WAS HURLED BACKWARD.
The drugged man gave a deep sigh. He was gradually coming to his right senses. Bob got some water and bathed his head, after which the victim felt better.