“Good boy!” he breathed. “Hurt badly?”
Before Dick had time to answer, Sandy joined them.
“You’re wounded!” shouted the newcomer. “Can’t you see, you’re wounded.”
“Just a scratch,” Dick smiled feebly. “A mere flesh wound, Sandy. Corporal Rand, will you twist on a tourniquet? I’m sorry that Mekewai got away. It was my fault. I think I was too hasty.”
“You’re good,” grinned Rand. “I’ll take a little of the responsibility of Mekewai’s escape myself. When he went past me, I called to him to stop.”
“Then you shot at him,” guessed Dick. “That was your revolver I heard.”
“Yes, he’s wounded.”
The policeman stepped forward and prodded Frazer with his foot.
“Get up!” he ordered savagely.
When the former factor had groped to an upright position, Corporal Rand turned upon Sandy.