“Yes, get all you want at a kodak shop. Kitty bought a new supply last Saturday,” Potter replied carelessly. “Good Lord! What’s that?”
The exclamation was drawn from him by the sound of a motor horn which grew in volume as the car approached nearer and both men looked down Q Street.
“Gee! Some one’s breaking the law!” exclaimed Allen, attracted by the oncoming car whose headlights brightened the whole street.
With a grinding of brakes and totally regardless of stopping on the wrong side of the street, the driver drew up to the curb close to the three men and Mitchell recognized Kitty Baird sitting behind the steering wheel.
“Come here, quick!” she called. “Quick!”
“Kitty!” Potter sprang to her side. “What’s wrong, child? What’s happened? Don’t look so terrified.”
“Ted has been shot!” Kitty was on the sidewalk and around the car with lightning speed. “Don’t stand there talking—help me carry Ted into my house and then go for a doctor.”
Mitchell brushed her unceremoniously aside and looked in the car. The sight of Rodgers’ unconscious form called for action.
“Come here, Allen,” he called. “Take hold—gently, man, gently.”