“What was that?” demanded Dago.
Butch roared again.
“Them kids with their little bows and arrows, probably!” cried Butch, hugging himself with amusement, “Run, Dago, run!”
Beefy faced and purple with anger, Dago put back his weapon, and they went on to the room, rounding the corner and going through the door.
“Suffering tripe!” cried Dago.
“Wow!” bellowed Butch.
Mr. Sandborn smiled.
“Gone!” said he, quietly.
“Gone?” demanded Dago as if he doubted his own eyes. “Gone? How? Where? What about Gagnon?”