“Take him up,” said the landlord to the hotel servants. “He don't deserve it, but I've promised the old gentleman we'd see to him. Tom White, you may go for the doctor.”
Two men approached and attempted to lift the wounded burglar. But, in the first attempt, they touched the injured shoulder. He uttered a shriek of pain, and exclaimed, “You'll murder me!”
“Let me lift him,” said Herbert. “Perhaps you were too rough.”
At length, but not without much groaning on the part of the burglar, he was got into the house, and laid on a bed in a small room on the first floor.
“Do you feel better?” asked Herbert.
“A little.”
“Do you think you have broken any bones in falling?”
“I thought so at first, but perhaps I am only bruised.”
“When the doctor comes, he will extract the bullet, and relieve you of a good deal of your pain.”
“You are a strange boy,” said the burglar, with a look of surprise.