"The automobile is the most dangerous weapon ever used by
criminals," muttered Garrick, as the first car shot down through a
mass of trucking which had backed up and shifted, making pursuit
momentarily more impossible for us. "These people know how to use
the automobile, too. But we've got someone here, anyhow," he
cried, leaping out and pushing aside the crowd that had collected
about the wrecked car.
In the bottom of it we found a man, stunned and crumpled into a
heap. Blood flowed from his arm where one of the bullets had
struck him. Several bullets had struck the back of the cab and
both tires were cut by them.
As I came up and looked over Garrick's shoulder at the prostrate
and unconscious figure in the car, I could not restrain an
exclamation of surprise.
It was the garage keeper, the Boss--at last!
Policemen had come up in the meantime, and several minutes were
consumed while Garrick proved to them his identity.
"What was that thing the fellow in the forward car whirled over
his head?" I whispered.
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