Captain Allerson glanced at the defeated pilot, and then walked over to Andy.
"Young man," he said. "I'm not supposed to watch fights without interferin'. I want to congratulate you upon makin' a most excellent job of this one."
Henryson stirred and muttered something incoherent. He was still only half conscious. Don stepped outside the hangar for a moment and returned with a basin of water.
"For him to wash up with, so he won't be delayed in getting out of town," he said laconically, to no one in particular.
"Oh, I'll escort him, all right. And I'll examine his ticket and have a word with the conductor, too, before he starts," Captain Allerson promised.
Henryson moved again, and this time opened his eyes.
"Get up, wash your face and put your clothes on," the minion of the law ordered brusquely. "You couldn't win your chance to stay here, even when you were given an opportunity to fight for it. Come on; hustle. We don't want you contaminatin' the atmosphere around here any longer."
Slowly Henryson seemed to regather his wits and to realize what had happened to him. He glanced at his person and involuntarily shuddered as he saw that he was literally covered with blood. One eye was nearly closed, and his nose was swollen to nearly twice its normal size.
He arose stiffly, but without a word.
"There's only one thing I want to say to you before you go," said Big Jack, standing squarely in front of him. "You got your licking here today; you got it fair and square; you're getting off mighty easy at that. If I ever hear of your being in aviation again, or if I ever catch you around a hangar or an aviation field, I'll instantly have you arrested and reveal all the facts of what has happened here in the last few days. Do I make that clear?"