Ferguson’s straining ears caught the whispered answer, and a sense of smothering filled his breast.
“Kin ye walk?”
“I think so; he didn’t hurt me much.”
“I’ll take her home,” said Dick; “ye needn’t wait.”
He held out his hand and the other gripped it.
“If yer goin’ to do anyt’ing,” said Ferguson, eagerly, “I want to stand in with ye.”
“Don’t say anything,” warned Nolan. “An’, say, where kin I see youse in the mornin’?”
“At the club,” said Roddy, “afore ye go to work. And ye kin bank on me not to say a word.”
And they parted.