Carver House. Nyoda. Nyoda would be worried to death because she did not come home. Poor Nyoda, how sorry she would be about the watch!
Unconsciously Katherine groaned aloud.
“She must be pretty badly hurt,” continued the voice beside her ear. “Help me lift her now and we’ll get her into the car. A hand under her shoulders—so. I’ll take her head. Easy now.”
Katherine felt herself being lifted from the ground and carried past the glare of the headlamps. Suddenly there came an explosive exclamation from one of the rescuers—the one who had done the talking—and the hand that supported her head trembled violently.
“Good God! It’s Katherine.”
Katherine opened her eyes fully and looked up into the dumfounded face of Sherry.
“Fo’ de lan’ sakes!” came an echoing exclamation from beside Sherry, and the black face of Hercules shone out in the light.
“Hello Sherry,” said Katherine, in a voice which sounded strange in her own ears.
“Katherine!” cried Sherry in terrified accents, “are you badly hurt?”
“I d-o-n-’t k-n-o-w,” replied Katherine thickly, through a mouthful of fur from the collar of her coat.