“Curse it all!”
“Hush! Quick! Take hold of that ulster, and there’s his hat.”
“What are you going to do?”
“We’ve got him. He’s drugged, and we can do what we like.”
“What! bring him away?”
“Yes. Quick! take hold of that arm!”
“But if he wakes?”
“Send him to sleep, as we did the doctor. Now, held your row, do as I do, and keep your head.”
The younger man obeyed, and catching Mark Heath’s arm, as his companion had done on the other side, they placed his hat upon his head, and in a half-conscious way he made an effort to walk, so that they had no difficulty in getting him into the surgery.
“Now, then, button-up. I’ll hold him,” said the elder man.