“Hurt? How?”
“You were struck on the head, you know. Don’t you remember?”
“I almost remember. I knew something had happened. Now—I am beginning to remember! Flynn—he meant to do you!”
“And he struck you instead of me.”
“That’s it! I remember seeing him just as he struck, but I didn’t have time to dodge. He must have hit me a good one. Where is he?”
“Twenty men are hunting for him.”
“Hope they catch him! He ought to be hanged! Got to shut him up now, Merry, or he’ll do you next.”
“I think that’s right, Bart.”
“I know it. Ought to have done it before. He’s a bad one. I’m tired. I want to sleep. We’ll talk it over in the morning. Can I sleep here?”
“Yes, it’s all right. Sleep as much as you like.”