"Yes, he hasn't made any noise; but he's been walking round the room."
"Walkin' round wid a broken leg!" repeated Clip, amazed.
"What a fool you are, Joe!" exclaimed Minton, in a vexed tone. "How could he walk round with a broken leg?"
"I only meant it for a joke," said Joe, in a half-sullen tone. "How did I know his leg was broken?"
"My friend, here, was not in when we brought the boy," said Minton, in an aside to Clip. "Now, Joe, we'll go upstairs. Clip, here, has come to keep his friend company."
"I hope he'll like it," returned Joe, with another incomprehensible grin.
"Well, get a light, and show us upstairs."
Clip thought the house far from pleasant.
He had just started to go upstairs, when a little girl ran crying through the door of the adjoining room.
"I want to go home," she cried. "I want to go to my papa."