“Fainted, by jinks!” exclaimed the youth. “And his neck is covered with blood. They must have attacked him, too.”
Bob laid Frank flat on his back, and began to fan him with his cap. While he was doing this, two men, evidently father and son, rushed up.
“Here, what be yeou a-doin’ here?” demanded the elder, savagely.
“We didn’t set the stack on fire,” returned Bob.
“Thet’s well enough fer yeou to say,” went on the younger. “Git up there,” this to Frank.
“He can’t get up,” replied Bob.
“Why not?”
“He has fainted.”
“What were yeou doin’ in the stack?” demanded the elder.
“Nothing. I was tied there by three men, and one set the stack on fire from his pipe.”