But Robert did not answer, having relapsed again into unconsciousness.
Not without considerable trouble did the old man bring some cold water and bathe Robert's face, and bind up the wound with an old towel. He carried the boy to the kitchen and set him down on a worn-out lounge.
"How do you feel?" he asked as Robert opened his eyes and stared around him.
"Where are they—the rascals?" asked Robert. He was completely bewildered.
"Who do you mean?"
"I mean the men who attacked me."
"I don't know anything about 'em. I found ye in the hallway in a heap."
"Two men attacked me and robbed me."
"Gee shoo! Did they git much?"
"Yes." Robert gave a groan. "They got my watch and over a hundred and fifty dollars."