"Will you please, my good man, to accompany us?"
"What for, sir?"
"Because I would like to do something towards healing up your wound; I mean the wound in there."
Holt stood motionless before the stranger, and looked at him.
"I thank you, sir; there is no remedy for me; I am doomed!"
"Still, I will assist you. Follow me."
"Who are you, sir, if I may ask the question?"
"I am a man whom Providence seems to have chosen to rescue the prey from the jaws of a usurer. Come along with us, and fear nothing."
"Very well, I will go in the name of God! I do not precisely know your object, and you are a stranger to me. But your countenance looks innocent and kind, therefore I will go with you."
They passed through alleys and streets.