"Mannion? Where is he?" he asked.
"Patsy is following him," was the answer; "the boy, as well as myself, let him go when you fell, but as soon as Patsy saw you were not dead he rushed around the corner of the house."
"I am afraid he has given us the slip," returned Nick disappointedly.
"Never mind," said Chick consolingly; "we'll get him yet. By the way, do you know you have cooked the goose of one of the men you were after?"
"What! Goloff?"
"Yes."
"How? Ah! I understand. He was the man I flattened to the sidewalk."
"The same hombre, Nick. And he's dead. No more shall the ear-splitting notes of his fog-horn voice offend the senses of poor, suffering humanity."
"Have they taken his body away?"
"Not yet. But I'm looking for the patrol any minute."