“I don’t care; I——”
Dan’s hand closed firmly over the arm of his companion. Sam twisted angrily, but gradually he regained control of himself. He did not look toward the scowling face of Flink, not daring to trust himself to do so.
Dan’s grip relaxed. The two lads bent over their plates and resumed their interrupted meal.
“Look out!” sang out a voice.
Dan’s head was inclined slightly toward that of his companion, he being about to make some remark to Sam. Both lads glanced up quickly their ears caught the warning.
“Duck it!” came the second warning. But the warning was too late.
Smack!
Something hit Dan Davis squarely in the face, filling mouth, eyes and nostrils. He could not see a thing.
Sam Hickey started to his feet with an angry growl.
Smack!