"How about ourselves?" questioned Rush, laughing mirthlessly. "It occurs to me that you and I are pretty well banged up. I can't see how you look, but I think I must resemble the last rose of summer, with all the petals blown off. My, but my head aches!"
"Never mind," soothed Bob. "You are not the only one. There are others, and there are other headaches just as bad as yours. What shall we do now?"
"Is the meeting still going on?"
"Yes; I hear them up there. They are finishing up the business that we interrupted, I reckon."
"I'm going up there," announced Rush with decision.
"I wouldn't, if I were in your place. You are in no sort of shape to get into any more trouble to-night," advised Jarvis.
"I do not intend to get into trouble. Bob. But I am going back for a moment, just the same."
"Then I'll go with you."
"Very well; but don't stir up any more trouble. We have had enough, and I am not sure that we are entirely blameless, but I could not sit there and see that man leading the men into trouble, urging them on to their own destruction, as it were."
"You might as well have kept still, for all the good it did."