“I shoot him,” declared Toma briefly.

“You did?”—sharply.

“Yes, sir.”

“Why?”

“Him bad fellow.”

Cameron’s mouth twitched at the corners.

“Is he hurt badly?”

“He’ll be all right in a few weeks, inspector,” Dick came quickly to his chum’s rescue.

“Was Toma justified in doing this?” Cameron inquired, turning to Sandy and Dick.

Two young men quickly nodded their affirmation.