"It's a wonder it didn't," responded Dick. "It was a fearful crack."
"Tom hasn't forgotten the way he used to shoot them down from third base
to first," laughed Bert. "That right wing of his is certainly a dandy."
"It's lucky it is," said the conductor, who had just returned from giving
directions concerning the prisoners; "and talking about wings," he added,
turning to Bert, "there's no discount on yours. That fist hit like a
sledgehammer. The way you fellows piled into him was a crime. I never saw
a prettier bit of rough house.
"But the beauty of it all," he went on, "was the way you worked together.
If any one of you hadn't 'come through' at the same second, the jig would
have been up. Who figured it out?"
"Here's the slow thinker that did it," said Dick, clapping Bert on the
shoulder.
"That's the bonehead, sure enough," echoed Tom.
"Oh, come off," growled Bert, flushing a little and fidgeting uneasily in
his seat. "There was a whole lot of luck about it, anyway. If we hadn't
had the paperweight, all the thinking in the world wouldn't have done us
a bit of good.
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