“I don’t wonder at it. That was quite a jolt we had.”
The detective made a brief examination, and found the leg to be as the robber had stated.
“We can’t do anything for you for a while,” said Chick, helping himself to Spark’s weapons. “Just as soon as Nick comes in with the leader of your push, though, we’ll take the back track and get you under the doctor’s care as soon as possible.”
“Nick who?” asked Spark, faintly.
“Nick Carter.”
“What! That man we threw into the creek! Nick Carter?” Spark demanded, forgetting his pain for the moment.
“Who did you think it was?”
Spark voiced some lurid language, then added:
“If we had dreamed that fellow was the prize package himself, we’d have put a bullet into him before we gave him his bath.”
“Even then he would have beat you out,” put in Patsy. “The grafter doesn’t live that can do up Nick Carter.”