“An’ we had betther git out,” added Grogan.
He turned to run, but found himself confronted by the young photographer.
“Sure an’ it’s a ghost!” he shrieked. “Let me go!”
Before he could say a word more Bob struck him in the head, and down went Grogan in a heap.
“What, Bob?” cried Barker, rushing forward. “How did you escape?”
“That’s my business, Bill Dix. Hold up your hands!”
The man addressed was dumfounded.
“Did you hear?” went on Bob.
“Who told you I was Bill Dix?” cried the robber, savagely, as soon as he could recover.
“Never mind now. Up with your hands!”