The glare from the searchlight fell on his upturned face, and a low cry of dismay came from Chick.
“Great guns!” he muttered. “It’s Patsy.”
Patsy heard him, and the sound of the familiar voice was like a stimulant. It brought him completely out of dreamland.
“Oh, it’s you, Chick,” he said faintly. “Gee! that was a hard crack on the bean—but I’m still in the ring.”
Chick heard him with a thrill of relief.
“By Jove, I thought you were done up, Patsy,” he replied, raising him to a sitting position. “How are you feeling?”
“Better every second. I’ll be on my pins in a minute.”
“What happened? How did it occur?” Chick inquired.
It took Patsy only a few moments to inform him, and for Chick to state how he had discovered Vera Vantoon and afterward lost sight of her. Before they had finished, Patsy was on his feet, but with a look of disgust on his rather pale face.
“Hang it, then, we’ve lost both of them,” he said dubiously. “What’s to be done? The chief may be in dead wrong by this time.”