Of that we could now be reasonably certain. One of them
we had captured--and had ourselves been captured into the bargain.
I stuck my head out of the window to look at the other two down
below, only to feel myself dragged unceremoniously back by
Garrick.
"What's the use of taking that risk, Tom?" he expostulated. "One
shot from them and you would be a dead one."
Fortunately they had not seen me, so intent were they on getting
away. They had now seated themselves in the car and, as Garrick
had suspected, could not resist delivering a parting shot at us,
emptying the contents of an automatic blindly up at our window.
Garrick and I were, as it. happened, busy on the opposite side of
the room.
All thought of Forbes was dropped for the present. Garrick said
not a word but continued at work in the corner of the room by the
other broken window.
"Either they must have succeeded in getting out after the first
shot and so escaped the fumes," muttered Garrick finally, "and hid
in the stable, or, perhaps, they were out there at work anyhow.
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