“No more broken than is your arm,” returned Bob. “Will you go along now?”
“No.”
“Want another dose of that stick, eh?”
“Hold up! I’ll go. Oh, my head!”
“We’ll have your head attended to as soon as I have you in a safe place. Come on!”
Bob caught Horning by the arm, and both walked toward the cottage, from the window of which a light was streaming.
Bob had no idea who occupied the place, but he thought it would be likely he would find somebody to give him assistance.
Arriving at the cottage, he knocked on the door. There was at once a commotion inside, and Bob fancied that the light was lowered.
“Who’s there?” came in rather a rough voice.
“I want help,” said Bob.