CHAPTER XXII
FLYING BULLETS
Finally Nort spoke.
"What about Billee?" he asked.
"Dick's taking care of him as best he can. Poor old geezer—" the Kid bit his lip sharply. "He told me—he was sorry it happened, 'cause now he'll miss the fun."
"How did he look, Kid? I mean——"
"Can't tell, Nort. He's hit pretty bad. Course we don't know for sure—he's pretty old, you know——"
"But tough as a board," Hawkins broke in. "I know his kind. Don't worry boys. I'm sure he'll pull through O. K. Kid, is Bud coming with us?"
"Said he'd be right here. Want to wait he comes, before going closer?"