“What are you going to do?” growled the young man suspiciously.
“Do, sir? What I would do for any other dog that I saw lying wounded in the road. I’m going to doctor you till proper qualified assistance comes.”
“He doesn’t know,” thought Tom Candlish. Then aloud: “I thought you were going to take a mean advantage of me now I was down.”
“You thought I was just such a cowardly, mean-spirited brute as you are, and as treacherous, eh?” said Salis bitterly, as he rapidly removed the clumsy bandage about the young man’s head. “Why, hallo! what does this mean?”
“What does what mean?”
“Your head. It has been bandaged.”
“Yes; that old idiot of a butler did it.”
“No; I mean this other. It has been properly strapped up.”
“Has it?”
“Yes,” said Salis. “The old man knows more about it than you think for. There, lie still.”