“Lots happened, old man,” answered Ned, himself panting from the violence of the struggle.
“Are you all right, Bob?” he asked his chum.
Bob carefully and tenderly felt of his throat before answering.
“I—I guess so,” he replied, after a pause. “But what’s the idea of giving me the once-over like that?” he demanded of his assailant.
The latter acted most strangely. He looked from one to the other of those about him, including those who held him tightly, and again, he passed his hand over his forehead, one arm having been released when it was seen that he was going to offer no more resistance.
At that moment, when every one was wondering what it all meant, a nurse came hurrying in.
“Here he is!” she called to a doctor who followed. “Is he hurt?” she asked the soldiers about the pajama-clad one.
“No,” answered Jerry. “But he came near——”
“Did he attack any one?” interposed the surgeon quickly.
“You might call it that,” answered Bob, with an attempt at a smile.