“If yuh do, don’t keep it to yourself,” growled Eskimo.
Marion stopped at the desk, bracing herself with one hand.
“Who would shoot him?” wondered Eskimo. “He wouldn’t hurt anybody. If it had been one of us—”
“That would be justified,” finished Johnny Grant.
Jimmy Legg lifted his head and stared around, blinking his eyes.
“What was it?” he whispered.
“Somebody took a shot at yuh,” said Johnny quickly.
Jimmy Legg felt of his head.
“Hit me, didn’t they?”
At this moment the doctor arrived, ordered them to carry Jimmy to a room, and proceeded to fix up the wound. Marion insisted on helping him, and Jimmy blinked his gratitude.