Johnny, having struggled to his feet, was groping blindly about him when a hand gripped his shoulder and a voice whispered:
“This way out.”
At the same moment he felt a tug at the back of his coat.
Moving forward slowly, led by Pant and being tugged at from behind, he at last came to the door and ten seconds later found himself in the outer semi-darkness of the street.
Feeling the tug at his coat lessening, he turned about to see Jensie, the dancing girl.
“Do you know that she saved your life?” he whispered to Pant. “She leaped squarely upon that big villain’s arm.”
“Rode it like I might a mule,” laughed the girl. “And you, Mister,” she turned to Pant, “you are a Devil. You make a terrible light, you then make terrible night. You are a wonderful Devil!” and with a flash of her white teeth she was gone.
“Now what?” asked Johnny.
“We cannot do better than to follow. They will be out at us like a pack of rats in another minute.”
“How about a police raid?”