Chapter 23: Even-Steven

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌⁠“You’d better stay out here a minute,” said Barry, “and get your breath.”

Clyde, seated on the platform, his back against the car, nodded silently. His lungs still fought convulsively for air, but the blood was coming slowly back to his white cheeks. Barry, who had displayed no hesitation, felt no fear when he had pulled the other back to safety, now found himself rather faint and wabbly and was gl