He stooped and picked up the crowbar.
“Old brute! I've a mind to finish him!” he exclaimed.
“You don't mean that,” I said. “But look for something to tie him up with. He may come to himself before we're off.”
“I guess I'll just tote him along with me,” said Dick. “Safe bind, safe find.”
Gathering up the long body as if it had been the form of a [pg 332]sleeping child, Dick disappeared into the house. I knew that he was looking for the door of my cage, and presently—for the first time with pleasure—I heard the slipping back of the bolt and turning of the key.
Already I was at the door, opening it for Dick to come in with his heavy burden.
“Here's the bed,” I said, and Dick laid his burden down, not too gently. Then I think the next thing we did was to shake hands.
“Blessed old man!” exclaimed Dick, a little unsteadily. “What a beastly business.”
“It's a mystery,” I said. “And how you got to me—”
“Conduit,” said Dick, “But I'll tell you all about that, and everything. Got no electric light here?”