“Sufferin’ hold-ups!” muttered McGlory. “Do you take us for strong-arm men?”
Just at that moment a policeman entered.
“Heard there was an injured man brought in here, doc,” said he.
The doctor explained—not only about the injured man, but about Matt’s hurry to get away to New York.
The policeman also became suspicious. Matt, however, took him apart and went into a somewhat lengthy explanation. He told who he was, and managed to convince the officer of his identity. The name of Matt King was not unknown to the bluecoat, and he was prepared to take all that Matt said in good faith.
“It’s all right, Doc,” said the officer, as soon as Matt had finished talking; “these young fellows didn’t have anything more to do with that man’s condition than you or I. We’ll look after Levitt. Badly hurt?”
“Yes.”
“Seriously?”
“Not dangerously, if that’s what you mean.”
“Then we’re free to go, are we, officer?” asked Matt.