"I'll do nothing of the kind!" she whispered fiercely.
"But you must--I can't go any further," his voice trailed off weakly.
With a quick movement she felt for his wound in the darkness and tightened the bandage.
"We'll wait here till you're strong enough to walk, that's all. If I try to run the car up here, they'll hear it from the house. There's no use to try to cut off your handcuffs, either. The least sound will bring that gang down on us."
"Not the car--" he mumbled. "The amphibian--beat it for the Loening--and bring help."
Dorothy bit her lip. With Bill delirious there was nothing she could do but remain with him.
"That's all right," she said, trying to calm him--"We'll stay here till you feel stronger, Bill. Then I'll help you down to the car."
Bill had been lying on his side, his head pillowed on her knees. Now he wriggled into a sitting position.
"I'm pretty well all in," he admitted, "but I'm not off my head--not yet--if that's what you're thinking.--Didn't I tell you about the amphibian?"
"You certainly did not----" Dorothy's tone was relieved, yet excited.