He closed his eyes again and some strange, subtle perfume seemed to envelop him. He waited. Warm lips were pressed to his own, thrilling him strangely, and the Girl rested a soft cheek against his.
"We have been very foolish, Dick," she said, sweetly chiding, after a moment. "It was all my fault for letting you expose yourself to danger, but I didn't dream of such a thing as this happening. I shall never forgive myself, because——"
"But——" he began protestingly.
"Not another word about it now," she hurried on. "We must go very soon. How do you feel?"
"I'm all right, or will be in a minute," he responded, and he made as if to rise. "Where is the car?"
"Right here. I extinguished the lights and managed to stop the engine for fear those horrid people who were after us might notice."
"Good girl!"
"When you jumped out and fainted I jumped out, too. I'm afraid I was not very clever, but I managed to bind your arm. I took my handkerchief and pressed it against the wound after ripping your coat, then I bound it there. It stopped the flow of blood, but, Dick, dear, you must have medical attention just as soon as possible."
The Burglar moved his shoulder a little and winced.
"Just as soon as I did that," the Girl went on, "I made you comfortable here on a cushion from the car."