In a dim, uncertain manner he felt himself raised up and carried below, and then put on the grass of the yard behind Mike Sherry's resort.
When he was able to move he sat up and then arose to his feet slowly.
At that moment Songbird Powell discovered him.

Powell had been up the ladder a second time, to find the window closed and locked.
"Dick!" he exclaimed.

"Are you badly hurt ?" "I--I don't know," was the slow reply.

"How are you ?" "I'm all right ?" "Where are Flapp and the rest ?" "They ran away." "And Harry and Joe ?" "They are waiting for us, down at the turn in the road." Dick put his hand to his head, to find a big lump directly back of the ear.

His ear was cut, and there was a scratch on his chin.
"They didn't fight fair," he explained, when he felt a little stronger.