"Oh, my head!"
"It was a wicked blow, Sam. But keep still if your head hurts."
When Tom came back he was accompanied by a watchman from a neighboring yard and presently they were joined by the watchman of the box factory, who had been to a corner groggery, getting a drink.
"What's the row?" questioned the first watchman, and when told, emitted a low whistle.
"I think those fellows are in the factory yet," continued Dick.
As soon as the second watchman came up both went into the box factory and were gone fully ten minutes. Then Dick followed them, since Sam was rapidly recovering.
"Can't find them," said one of the watchmen. "But yonder window is open. They must have dropped into that yard and run away."
"Is the window generally closed?"
"Yes."
"Then you must be right."