Ned had been bringing up the rear of the little party, hence suffered least. He felt about quickly for the searchlight as he lay on the floor. Before he could recover it the boys heard the outer door slam and knew that someone had passed out of the building after the sudden attack. Who it might have been they could only conjecture.
“Oh, my poor jaw!” groaned Harry. “I’m knocked out!”
“No, you’re not!” protested Ned. “That only shook you up!”
“Sure!” agreed Jack. “Shook us all up so we’ll get a little more ‘pep’. Let’s hurry up and follow that guy!”
“Wait a minute,” objected Ned. “We want to find Jimmie first!”
“Right-O!” agreed Harry. “I think my jaw is better now. Where are we going, anyway? Do you suppose that was Jimmie that floored us just now? Maybe he thought Mackinder had pals coming in!”
“I don’t believe it,” stated Ned. “Jimmie must have known that Mackinder was alone with the milk wagon. He also knew that we would follow him here. Possibly the lad is farther along in the warehouse, lost amongst this merchandise. That must have been Mackinder!”
“You’re right, Ned!” declared Jack. “He probably misled Jimmie in here and then dashed out as we came in!”
“But where is Jimmie now?” queried Harry. “I don’t hear him!”
“Oh, Jimmie!” called Ned in a loud tone.