“She came out when she heard the firing so near to the house.”
“All wrong,” said Pryce, feebly. “Plucky though.” He paused awhile with his eyes closed. Then he opened them, and his voice seemed stronger. “There were only two, you know—two beggars who got through?”
He was assured that there had been no others. All was well.
“Better get some sleep soon,” said Pryce. “The jab in the back is nothing much—must have glanced off a rib. Breathing’s pretty easy. Bad shot of his—but he was hurried.”
He began to get drowsy, but roused himself.
“Might bring those chests of mine in here—dressings, clips, and so on. I’ll tell you what to do. Then we can rest.”
“Hilda’s getting them,” said Lechworthy.
There were steps outside, and Lechworthy went out of the room. Pryce could hear low voices outside the door. Then Lechworthy and Hilda came in together, Lechworthy carrying a tray of things.
Hilda looked towards the bed. “We’ve changed places,” she said in a low voice. “You’ll have to be my patient now.” Then she went over to the window. “We shall want more light, I think.”