“We put a little respect into them, anyhow,” he told himself.
Chester now engaged his attention. In his present condition, Hal could do nothing for his friend, so he sat waiting for him to return to consciousness.
At last Chester’s eyelids began to flutter and his eyes came open. They sought Hal’s. Hal smiled.
“They got us,” he said briefly.
Chester straightened himself up in his seat.
“So I see,” he responded gloomily. “My head feels as though somebody had dropped a ton of coal on it.”
“Looks it, too,” said Hal. “It’s all nicely bound up with a dirty rag, I see.”
“Guess it looks as well as yours, at all events,” Chester grumbled. “How do you feel?”
“Not much, and that’s a fact,” said Hal. “My head feels just like yours looks.”
“I know just how it looks by sight of yours,” returned Chester. “So naturally I know how you feel. Well, what will they do with us now?”