"The—lure got you, too?"
"Yes, the lure got me."
"I knew you that night in the dark—that night in the park—you ran from me. I was lost and—and starving!"
"I came back, Jerry-Jo. I did indeed."
"Have I been here—long?"
"Not very. Do not talk any more. You must rest. There is to-morrow, you know."
The poor fellow was too weak to laugh, but the long teeth showed for a moment.
"I must talk. Listen! Do they know here—about me? know my name?"
"No."
"Don't tell them. Don't tell any one. I have done something for you! They think, back there in Kenmore, that you are with me. I've written that—and schoolmaster hasn't let on. I haven't gone to the Hornbys here, because I stood by you. No one must know. See?"