“I thought that you would give them a shock. You had better get up to your room now.”
Chester Arlington, for Chester it was, made no retort and no move. He sat there dumbly, not even looking at Dick.
“Come,” said young Merriwell, taking his arm.
Chester rose, and they entered the building. Dick assisted Arlington to his room.
“Are you sure you are all right?” asked young Merriwell.
Chester nodded.
“All right,” he said, in a mechanical manner. “Only my head hurts some.”
At the wash-bowl the blood was washed out of Chester’s hair and from his face.
“Perhaps you had better have the doctor,” suggested Dick, but Arlington objected, saying:
“I don’t want the doctor! He’ll ask too many questions. I’m going to take care of myself. Tell me again how it was you happened to find me there in the woods.”