“Yes, I know,” interrupted Jack. He now remembered the house, where he had been socked on the head. Rising to his feet, he felt a little wobbly. Paul supported him. “Let’s go away from here,” he said dejectedly.
Paul laughed. “Nobody will attack us,” he said.
They walked off. Jack was flanked on either side by Paul and Ken. After a short silence, Jack asked, “How did you come to be there? And tell me what happened, will you?”
“You’d better tell us what happened,” asserted Ken. “We found you there stretched out horizontally. Some bump you have, too.”
Jack touched the wound and groaned with pain. “It’s nothing much,” said Paul. “You’ll live a long time yet.”
Paul and Ken laughed. But Jack couldn’t see what was so funny. Ken said, “Come on, tell us what happened.”
“That’s just it,” protested Jack, “I wish I knew myself. The last thing I can remember is that I got an awful wallop on the back of the head and sock! I was out.”
“Who was that person we saw running away from the house?” asked Paul.
Jack stopped in his tracks. “Running away!” he exclaimed. “Who? What? When?”