They took him, limping painfully, to his bedroom. There he turned.
“Good glory!” he muttered, “fellow—I forgot! Doc—and Toby—and Vance—and those two Indians—are about the place—and Chick’s all alone with that—maybe it’s a clue! Sorry I brought you. Go back, fellows! Run!”
They ran!
CHAPTER XXVI
A “FLYING FILM”
Up to the dark room Don hurried with Garry.
At their knock a muffled voice came through the panels, hardly to be understood because of the weather-stripping used to make the joining of door and frame light-tight.
“He says he can’t let us in,” Don caught the faint murmur and interpreted it.
“Taking the film from the tank, I guess,” Garry responded. “We’ll have to wait.”
Five minutes passed. Then the door was opened.
Chick, with hands stained by contact with pyro and other chemicals, showed a disappointed face.