"Who did it?" shouted the exasperated Burton. "Did you see who did it? Speak, man!"
But Carter was unable to speak. Overcome by what he had passed through, he crumpled down at full length and lay silent and still at the showman's feet.
[CHAPTER VII.]
BETWEEN THE WAGONS.
Excitement, and a certain reaction which follows all such shocks as the ticket man had been subjected to, had brought on a fainting spell. A little water soon revived Carter, and he was laid on the blanket from which Matt had gotten up a little while before.
"Now tell me about the robbery," said Burton, "and be quick. While we're wasting time here, the thieves are getting away. I can't afford to let 'em beat me out of the proceeds of the afternoon's show. Who did it, Carter?"
"I don't know, Burton," was the answer.
"Don't know?" repeated the showman blankly. "Can't tell who knocked you down and lifted the two bags, when it was done in broad day! What are you givin' us?" he added roughly.
"It's a fact, Burton," persisted Carter. "I was hit from behind and could not see the man who struck me."