It took but a few sturdy shoulder blows to complete the work of the explosion and break the lock of the door.
Dick took one quick look inside.
"Tom, run and 'phone for a physician!" Prescott called back.
"Poor Garwood is unconscious, and cut.

He's bleeding.

Poor chap, with his lop-sided mind and his 'mastery of the world' imaginings!" Reade sped away.

As soon as the crowd found there was no danger there was a rush to the scene.

Darrin and three friends managed to hold the crowd somewhat at bay, while Prescott assisted two women in trying to bring the injured man to.
"I hope he doesn't get away this time," thought Dick.