The fellow’s companions chimed their agreement. The manager of the Club DeLuxe spoke to Clyde.
“All right now?” he asked.
“All right,” said Clyde, rubbing a bump on the side of his head. “Say— how long have I been out?”
“Pretty near ten minutes.”
Clyde suppressed a gasp of alarm. Cliff Marsland and Clipper Tobin were on their way to Bodine’s place. It was not at the Goliath Hotel, where he knew The Shadow would be on watch! Ten precious minutes had been lost. He must let The Shadow know!
Rising clumsily to his feet, he shook hands with the man who had battled with him and grinned as though the matter was of no account. Every one seemed relieved.
“I’m supposed to be down at the Classic office,” he explained groggily. “I’m not hurt — let’s forget it.”
“Have a drink?” questioned his late opponent.
Clyde shook his head.
“Want a cab?” inquired the solicitous manager.