“Stung!” sighed feeble Ben Craig.
“Beat!” growled Maurie.
“Roped!” said Carrigan.
“Fellers,” said Carey, struggling to his feet, and still caressing his injured ribs, “I got an idea we better see that Fifth Avenue swell before we do more fightin’.”
“I got to find her,” said Gordon stoutly. “She depends on me. I’m the one real man she’s ever known.”
“You be damned before you find her,” said Carrigan, and the light of battle flared in his eyes again.
“Hold on,” interposed Carey. “You ain’t the real man she’s found. I’m it!”
“You are?” sneered Craig. “They tried to bury her in the West but she’s goin’ to be set free by a man who—”
“Who tried to bury her in the western desert?” asked Carrigan.
The other three spoke with one voice.