"Good girl!" he said again.
"Then I sat down to wait until you got better. I had no stimulant or anything, and I didn't dare to leave you, so—so I just waited," she ended with a weary little sigh.
"How long was I knocked out?" he queried.
"I don't know; half an hour, perhaps."
"The bag is all right, I suppose?"
"The bag?"
"The bag with the stuff—the one I threw in the car when we started?"
"Oh, yes, I suppose so! Really, I hadn't thought of it."
"Hadn't thought of it?" repeated the Burglar, and there was a trace of astonishment in his voice. "By George, you're a wonder!" he added.
He started to get on his feet, then dropped back weakly.