A MAN was bending over Harry. He lifted the motionless form.
Harry felt himself being helped into an automobile. Then his senses faded.
When he awoke, he was lying on a hospital cot. His arm was being bandaged.
The man who had helped him was standing there, watching. Harry noticed that he was a keen-faced chap.
Harry knew that the man had probably told the details of what had occurred.
“Thanks,” said Harry weakly. “Those fellows landed on me hard. Guess they thought I was somebody else.
“They looked tough, so I ran away from them. Never saw them before.”
“How many were there?” the man beside Harry asked.
“Three.”
“What did they look like?”