Suddenly, from one of the day-coaches, a masked man looked out, saw the two punchers, and cried:
"It's all up! Save yourselves!"
As Hopalong and Red looked around, still dazed, he fired at them, the bullet singing past Hopalong's ear. Red smothered a curse and reeled as his friend grasped him. A wound over his right eye was bleeding profusely and Hopalong's face cleared of its look of anxiety when he realized that it was not serious.
"They creased you! Blamed near got you for keeps!" he cried, wiping away the blood with his sleeve.
Red, slightly stunned, opened his eyes and looked about confusedly. "Who done that? Where is he?"
"Don't know, but I'll shore find out," Hopalong replied. "Can you stand alone?"
Red pushed himself free and leaned against the car for support: "Course I can! Git that cuss!"
When Skinny heard the robber shout the warning
