In another moment the room was cleared of fighters. Only three of the enemy remained. They were well past moving.
“Pitch ’em after ’em,” roared Johnny. “Tell the cowards to carry away their wounded.”
The wounded men were sent sliding down the stairs.
“Now then, git out. Scatter. I never saw any of you before. See!”
There was a roar of understanding from the men. Then they “faded.”
Leaping to the back stairway, Johnny picked Mazie up in his arms and carried her down to the garden. Here he cut the bands that held her hands and feet.
“Can you walk?”
“Yes.”
“C’mon then. Gotta beat it.”
They were away like a shot.