“Yes?” Horace prompted him.
Judy heard a gasp as if the man had tried to say something but hadn’t breath enough left to make himself heard. He moaned, but that was all.
“It’s no use, Horace,” she told her brother. “He’s too weak to talk.”
“What do you say, sis?” he asked. “Shall I bring that beam? The least we can do is smash our way in there and make the poor guy comfortable.”
“You could try it,” agreed Judy. “But you’ll need a bigger beam than the one we used to open the drain.”
“This will do.”
The beam Horace found was so big he could hardly lift it. But together he and Judy managed to bring it. Holding the big beam between them, they both shouted, “Keep back, Dick Hartwell! We’re coming through the door!”
