“Rob! Rob! What is it?” he was saying as the others came up.
“Somebody must have struck him and left him here,” said Tubby. “Fan his face, Merritt.”
The corporal produced a handkerchief and vigorously fanned the recumbent lad’s countenance. It so happened that in doing this he removed the subtle powder which the crafty Jap had had concealed in his handkerchief, and as its fumes lost their effect Rob awoke. At first he gazed dazedly about him, but presently all that had happened came rushing back to his mind.
“Did they get away?” he asked in a feeble voice.
“Who, old fellow?” asked Tubby, “whom do you mean?”
“Those chaps who robbed the bank.”
“Robbed the bank?”
“Yes. I’ll explain it all afterward. Did they get away?”
“An auto just chugged off down H street, if that’s what you mean,” volunteered Hiram.
“Down H street,” echoed Rob, “that leads into the New York road, doesn’t it?”