“There’s only just about five minutes to spare, Tom Barnes,” spoke Mart smartly.
“For what?” demanded Tom.
“For me to save you.”
“What from?”
“The Black Caps.”
“You train with them, do you?” interrogated Tom.
“Who, me? No, indeed!” answered Mart. “It’s this way: I’m your friend.”
“Go ahead, Mart.”
“The Barbers don’t like you any too well. They think the best way they can beat your game is to keep you from coming here.”
“Coming where?” challenged Tom specifically.