"When I've made a light."
"We've got a light. Open that door or we'll smash it!"
Again the sick woman caught his arm.
"Don't do it!"
"It's better not to resist," he answered, opening the door.
Brown held the lantern in his face.
"Put on your clothes."
Wilkinson began to dress.
The men covered him with drawn revolvers. The sick woman sank limply on the edge of the bed.
"Are there any more men in this house?" Brown asked sharply.