“You're the boy that wounded me, ain't you?” he asked.
“Yes,” said Herbert.
“Curse you! I don't know but you've killed me. I'm shot through the shoulder. Then, that cursed fall! I feel as if I had broken my back.”
“I did not want to shoot you,” said Herbert.
“What did you do it for, then?”
“Because you forced me to it. You were after Mr. Carroll's money.”
“Didn't I offer to divide with you?”
“Yes, but, of course, I would not agree to that.”
“Are you so much better than common folks?” sneered the burglar.
“I don't know about that. I would not steal.”