"Do I? He saved my life only the other night."
"So it was you he saved?" exclaimed McCabe.
"Yes."
"He told me about it. It seems you have enemies."
"Yes."
"And they are the ones who pushed you into the vat?"
"One of them did, aided by a chum."
"You have been struck on the head. Here, let me bind it up. I suppose you are in no hurry to go?"
"No, sir."
McCabe brought out a handkerchief and a strip of cloth, and bound up the wound, which was but a slight one.