Dick’s manner was commanding, and, although he continued to take on, Aaron sat up.
“Now, see here,” said young Merriwell, “I want you to tell me that story again, and tell it straight. Just what did happen outside the inn?”
Aaron repeated his tale, without much variation. Practically it was the same.
“Do you mean to tell me that little scratch rendered you unconscious, man?” demanded Dick. “Why, it wouldn’t hurt a sick kitten!”
“I were struck on th’ heid wi’ somethin’.”
“Where is the abrasion or the swelling?”
“I ken naething about abreesions, sir. A’ I know, the sky seemed to fa’ on me.”
There was insincerity in Aaron’s tones, and Dick doubted him.
“Get a lantern,” he ordered. “I suppose you have one about the place?”
“Ay.”