“I—I—” Johnny’s eyes held an uncertain light. Then they cleared. “Something hit me. I—I went—went down. The microphone, the telephone, every—everything went—”
“That’s all right,” said Herman McCarthey quietly. “Just you take it easy. You’ll be fine and dandy pretty soon. Then we’ll take you home in the car and you can tell us all about it. He hit you, that’s clear. Hit with his gun. Dent of the hammer’s in your scalp. An’ it’s goin’ to stay some time.
“He hit you. We don’t know just why. But we’ll find out, won’t we, Drew?”
“You know we will!”
“And we’ll find the man, won’t we, Drew?”
“We sure will!”
“And when we do!”
“And when we do!” Drew Lane echoed with appropriate emphasis, and a light grip on his automatic.
CHAPTER VI
WHO? AND WHY?
Half an hour later Johnny and Drew were back at the shack. The squad car with its load of burly policemen was gone.