“Wheejiz!” snickered Harry. “It’s plain he had a lively time of it!”
“Looks like he’d fought for his life!” muttered Diamond.
“And he’s still enough to have lost the battle,” said Frank.
“You don’t suppose he was driven to suicide?” gasped Rattleton, in sudden alarm.
“Oh, no,” assured Frank. “Look—he is breathing. Listen—he is muttering some words in his sleep.”
Browning groaned, and thickly muttered:
“Fiends! You have ruined my sleep, but I’ll get square, if I——”
Then the words became an incoherent jumble.
Rattleton grinned.
“Scrate gott, but he did have a lively time of it! Look at this room! It’s a sight!”