“No,” I said; “and we shall be punished.”
“Then it’s a jolly shame; for he ought to be punished for hitting us. I say, can’t we have a summons against him for assaulting us?”
“I don’t know,” I said, wondering. “How my head does ache!”
“Some one coming,” whispered Esau.
For there were heavy footsteps, and the bolts were drawn. Then the door opened, to show the inspector and the big policeman.
“Here, boy,” said the former roughly, “let me look at your ear.”
I was holding my handkerchief to the place, which was bleeding a good deal.
“Better have the doctor,” he said.
“What, for that! Only wants bathing and some sticking-plaster.”
He smiled.