“When we got there, he climbed out of the car to look around.”
“A fool idea,” interjected Flash.
“That’s what I told him,” insisted Lance. “It gave me the heebie-jeebies. Then I figured I could tie the can on the foolishness. The guy we nabbed was tied up in the back of the car. I pulled my smoke wagon an’ was all set to give him the works.”
“Why didn’t you do it?”
“I would have. Only a guy pops up from nowhere an’ grabs me. If Marty had been in the buggy with me, we’d have been all right.
“But the guy gets my gun, an’ when I heave him out of the car, he gives me a twist, an’ I land on the back of my head. I was knocked cold, Flash.”
“So was I,” interposed Dip.
“Shut up,” growled Flash. “Lance has got an excuse. You haven’t! Go on, Lance.”
“I got one shot in,” continued Lance. “Just one, before I got socked. But the shot didn’t do no good, except to wake up Marty, wherever he was.
“While I was lyin’ cold, he tried to plug the bird. But the guy got him instead. An’ away he goes, in the bus.”