Yes, there was a spring close at hand, the little boy said.
Robert ran to it, soaked his handkerchief in it, and, returning, laved the boy’s face. The result was encouraging.
Bill opened his eyes and asked in a wondering tone:
“Where am I?”
“You are with a friend,” said Robert soothingly. “How do you feel?”
“I am very tired and weak,” murmured Bill.
“Are you traveling?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“I don’t know.”