[CHAPTER XXVII.
JERRY DISCOVERS HIS LOSS.]
It was not until late in the afternoon that Jerry regained sufficient command of his faculties to observe that his clothes had been removed.
He uttered a cry of alarm which brought Mrs. Hogan into the room.
She found the old man struggling to rise in bed, but without success, so great was his weakness.
“Don’t try to get up, Jerry!” she said, soothingly. “Lie still, there’s a good man!”
“Bring me my clothes!” gasped Jerry.
“And what for do you want your clothes?” asked Mrs. Hogan, supposing that he wished to dress. “Shure the doctor said you must have them taken off. It would be better for you.”
“Bring them to me—quick!” gasped the old man once more.
“Shure, and what will you do with them?”