“Yes, sir,” he said at last, with a sigh.
“Then come with me.”
“Come with you, sir?”
Dexter looked at his stained and muddy clothes.
“Yes,” said the doctor; “come with me.”
Sir James shrugged his shoulders slightly, and gave the doctor a meaning look.
“Good-bye, Grayson,” he said, and he shook hands.
“As for you, sir,” he added sternly, as he turned to Dexter, “you and your companion have had a very narrow escape. If it had not been for your good friend here, matters would have gone ill with you—worse perhaps than you think.”
Dexter hung his head, and at a sign from the doctor went to his side, and they walked out of the station with Dan’l and Peter behind.
The doctor stopped.