"I—I guess so."
"Just a minute and I'll help you."
He turned off the light and thrust it into his pocket and then, putting his hands beneath the man's shoulders he helped him to his feet.
"You are pretty weak," he whispered.
"I'm starved. Had nothing to eat for five days."
"The brutes."
By this time they had reached the door and in another minute were outside.
"You found him," Jack whispered.
"Yes, and they've nearly starved him."
"Who—who are you?" the man again asked weakly.