"What are they to you?
"Don't stop to ask questions now, but let me go!" Jet cried, impatiently, as he tore himself from the angry man's grasp, threw off the stage costume and ran from the building.
With no idea his enemies had recognized him, he continued on without fear until reaching the corner of the building, where one of the men was standing half hidden by the shadow.
The fellow's hand was raised, and as Jet came up he struck the boy a crashing blow on the head with a stout stick, felling him to the ground like one suddenly deprived of life.
CHAPTER V
BAFFLED
When Jet regained consciousness he was lying on the ground alone, feeling dizzy and suffering from a most severe pain in his head.
He raised his hand as if to relieve the anguish, and found that his hair was matted together with a certain sticky substance, which, by aid of a light from a near-by lamp, he discovered to be blood.
From the theater music could be heard, thus telling that the performance had not yet been brought to a close.