"Now, jump right across the road.

Our car is in there, and headed the right way." Just as they reached the car and Bert's pale face showed right in front of the headlights a third figure dashed up.
Harry Hazelton, his head swathed in a red-stained bandage, and what appeared to be blood dripping from his left arm, sprang at them, the butt of his rifle showing, but its barrel wrapped in his jacket..