hurting terribly, too. Cautiously he reached out with his right hand, feeling the pockets of his inert companions. Finding a familiar bulge, he reached in and pulled out a .45 automatic.
The feel of the cold steel against his flesh, the realization that he was armed again, revived him like cold water. He struggled upward, seeking a way out of the twisted wreckage. Then he heard approaching footsteps clicking on the frozen ground and a shadowy figure appeared beside the overturned car. That was somebody from the other automobile, of course; he had counted on that.
"Say!" he said hoarsely, and was provoked to find his voice shaky. "Help me out of here, will you?"
A flashlight was snapped on, then its conic yellow beam penetrated the tonneau and finally came to rest on his face.
"Sure!" said the stranger. "But I'm surprised any of you are alive. God! That was an awful sight!"
He helped Tony out through a smashed and twisted door, then turned his light on the others. The driver and his companion were obviously dead, their faces horribly cut by the broken glass. The
