rd, followed by a deep groan.

"Get me out of here," said a man, trying to struggle to his feet, and
Ted hurried to his side. It was one of the detectives, and Ted helped
him to his feet and supported him to the hall.

"Let me down. I've got mine. Go in and help Dunnigan," said the wounded
man. There was a spot, red and ever widening, on his breast.

Ted laid him on the floor and reentered the room. Another shot came in
his direction, and missed, although he could feel the wind of it as it
passed close to his head, and he returned it with two shots, and there
was silence.

The smoke had by this time cleared away somewhat, and Ted saw five men
lying prone in the room.

One of the detectives lay on his face across the bed, and Ted tried to
raise him up, but he was a dead weight. Ted finally got him turned over
on his back, and then he saw that the detective was dead.

Kneeling on the floor with his head in his arms, which were thrown
across a chair, was the third detective. He was breathing hard, and
every time he moved the blood gushed from his mouth. He had been shot
through the stomach.

But on the other side of the bed lay three men, apparently all of them
dead.

While he was observing this there was a commotion in the hall, and a
policeman rushed in, followed by a large man who wore an authoritative
air.

"Oh, this is too bad; this is too bad," he kept repeating, as he went
from man to man. It was Chief of Detectives Desmond. Turning to the
policeman, he said:

"They've killed the boys, but the boys got the whole gang except two,
'Checkers' out there, and a man in the red automobile."

CHAPTER XVI.

THE MAN IN THE YELLOW CAR.

A patrol wagon full of policemen had dashed up in front of the house,
and they came running down the hall, followed by a horde of eager
reporters, who stood aghast at the slaughter of a few minutes.

The only participant in the fight who could talk was the detective whom
Ted had carried to the hall, and he was telling the chief of detectives
in whispers what had occurred.

"That young fellow followed us in," he said, pointing to Ted. "He took
me out, and then went in and finished the gang. He's a game one, he is.
I don't know who he is, but, by Jove! he's a game un."

"Who were the gang?" asked the chief.

"'Big Bill' Minnis, 'Bull' Dorgan, and 'Feathers' Lavin," was the reply.
"Checkers we caught on the corner, and the other member of the gang,
Dude Wilcox, got a