"Get out of here, Roger!" he roared, thickly.
Roger ran up the steps. "Where's Charley?"
Dick planted himself belligerently in the doorway, "Get out!" Roger moved slowly toward him. A heavy odor of cologne enveloped Dick. A quick surmise flashed over Roger.
"Felicia needs Charley, Dick, I've got to fetch her."
"Get out!" repeated Dick sullenly. He gave a lunge toward Roger and Roger met him with a quick undercut on the jaw that laid Dick flat. He dragged him down the trail to the seed and tool shack, where he turned the heavy button on the door. Then he ran into the house.
Charley lay on the floor, her hair in disorder about her. Roger, with an oath, stooped over her, then ran for a cup of water and bathed her face. In a moment she opened her eyes. Roger's own eyes were black with excitement but he met her puzzled gaze with a twisted smile.
"There you are, Charley! Where are you hurt?"
She did not answer but struggled to rise and Roger putting an arm under her shoulder helped her to her feet where she leaned dizzily against him, for a moment, shoulder to shoulder.
"Where's Felicia, Roger?"
"Safe with Elsa at the Plant. Sit down here on the couch, Charley. Where did Dick strike you?"