Having accomplished his purpose, Rutley at once stopped the machine, alighted, and examined Sam.
He was soon joined by Jack, who asked, in a low voice: “Have you killed him?”
“I don’t think so. Bad gash on the side of his head, though.”
“Dangerous?”
“Impossible for me to say.”
“Just unconscious?” anxiously inquired Jack.
“Yes; but I don’t think he will interfere with us again for some time. What shall we do with him?”
“Take him home.”
“Good idea,” grunted Rutley. “It becomes you decidedly well, Jack, after being a villain, to play the good Samaritan. Well, take this handkerchief and bind his wound,” and he raised Sam’s head while Jack bound up the wound.
“It will make old Harris feel under an obligation to me.”