“Ken and I,” Paul explained, “were coming up the street. We were about ten feet from the house, when we saw somebody dash out of the yard and down toward the other end of the street. We thought there might be something wrong so we investigated.”
“And we found you,” added Ken.
“He must have been the fellow who socked you on the head,” concluded Paul.
“Well, why didn’t one of you go after him?” demanded Jack.
“Somebody had to take care of you, didn’t they?” questioned Paul.
“By then it was too late,” added Ken.
Jack began to walk back toward the house. “Come on,” he said, “we’re going back and see what happened.”
“What for?” asked Paul. “We looked and didn’t see a thing.”
Jack felt his pockets. “Besides,” he added, “my flashlight must be somewhere there in the hall.”
“No. Here it is,” said Ken, taking it out of his pocket.