"The battle didn't amount to much. We outnumbered them two to one. Molberg was wounded in the leg when he leaped off the truck and took to the fields."
"And Brunner?"
"He's handcuffed to one of the officers now."
"How did you know where to come?" Penny questioned. "I was overpowered before I could give you directions."
"I suspected that. In fact, I was worried sick for fear I wouldn't get to you in time. Your note gave me a faint clue. Then I traced the telephone call to the Somm Center exchange so I knew you were somewhere in this vicinity. Yesterday we received an anonymous tip that an abandoned sawmill near here would bear investigation. Putting two and two together I thought perhaps the gangsters might be captured there."
"But you came so quickly."
"By plane to Somm Center," Mr. Nichols smiled. "The police were waiting for me at the field with automobiles. We lost no time in bottling up all the roads approaching the old sawmill."
During the hurried conversation, Jimmie Davis had remained quiet. Now Mr. Nichols bent over him.
"Who is this boy, Penny?"
"It's all right, Dad. Set him free. I'll explain everything."