“Tad Sobber!”
“Where is he now?”
“Ran out of the gate—and a woman just followed him.”
“Did you see anybody else?”
“No. Go after ’em,” added the injured youth, pluckily.
“Are you badly hurt?”
“I—I guess not. But he gave me an awful crack!” And pulling himself up, Tom staggered to a wood-chopping block and sat down.
Dick waited to hear no more, but made for the gate and ran into an alleyway beyond. This made a turn and came out on a street behind that upon which the house was located. Dick looked up and down the crooked thoroughfare, but could see no signs of Tad Sobber or the woman.
“Did you see a young man and a woman come out of here?” asked Dick, of a boy who was playing with a ball.
“Sure I did,” answered the lad.