Then he turned cautiously toward the place where he had left the satchel--the beam of his flashlight picked it out.
In an instant the Unknown and Bailey were upon him.

There was a short, ferocious struggle in the darkness--a gasp of laboring lungs--the thud of fighting bodies clenched in a death grapple.
"Get his gun!" muttered the Unknown hoarsely to Bailey as he tore the Bat's lean hands away from his throat.

"Got it ?" "Yes," gasped Bailey.

He jabbed the muzzle against a straining back.
The Bat ceased to struggle.

Bailey stepped a little away.
"I've still got you covered!" he said fiercely.