“Feel better, my lad?”
“Better!” I said wonderingly. “I’m not ill.”
“Oh no,” he said, “not ill; only a little faint.”
“Here,” I said sharply, “why did you lay me on the floor?”
“You fell,” he said; “or rather you slipped down. There, drink a little of this water.”
“Is he all right again?” came out of the darkness in a sharp whisper.
“Yes, coming round now,” I heard Mr Frewen say.
“Yes, I remember now,” I cried quickly. “But Bob Hampton, did he get up safely?”
“Yes, quite safely.”
Just then there was a sharp rattling of the door, and it was thrown open, while I closed my lids, so dazzling did the light of the lanterns which were held up above the heads of Jarette and Walters seem to my aching eyes.