to it. We will have to get him to a hospital, and wait for him
to give the street that house is on. That means the kid will be
murdered before that time, I suppose. Gee, it's awful."

A taxi rounded the square, and stopped close to them. The driver
got out.

"It's him!" said Hen. "I know that fellow." As the driver
walked toward them, he recognized Hen.

"Hullo!" he said. "What's new?"

"Look here," said Hen. "We got to get this man to the hospital.
A fellow came along and did for him."

"Great Scott!" said the driver, peering into the taxi, where the
electric light shone on the huddled figure in Beany's arms.

A slight, boyish figure came running along the walk. It was
Porky, out of breath, and excited.

"I thought you would have him safe in a hospital," he complained.

"He wouldn't let us," said Hen. "Say, I guess there's, no hope
of saving that kid! This feller here told us all about
everything, and how to got into the place and all, and then he
fainted before he could tell where the house is."

"I know," said Porky. "I trailed them there. We will get this
chap to a hospital, and get the police, and get the Wolf."