“Yerrah, what use is that, man? There’s twenty foot of mud in the bottom! Go get a boat-hook.”
“’Twas in here he jumped whatever. Do ye see the marks of his feet?”
Then Roche’s voice, in broken explanation—
“He was cowld, and I wasn’t out of the room three minutes getting the hot jar an’ blankets, an’ whin I got back, he was gone out the window!”
“Well?” said another voice.
“I ran to Miss Theo, who was sitting below at the three,” went on Roche; “an’ we heard the screeching, an’ we run away down——”
“Where’s Miss Sarsfield now?” said the first voice imperatively.
I knew the voice now; the ground rocked and heaved under me, flashes came and went before my eyes, and for an instant the voices and everything else melted away from me.
When my senses came back to me, I felt that I was being lifted and carried in some one’s arms, but by whom I did not know.
“Put me down,” I murmured; “I am able to walk.”