"Let me go," he cried. "Let me go!"
"I'll take you to the guard house if you don't behave," threatened the surgeon. "Now what in thunderation are you after?"
"Going to see Cary," said Rob, sullenly.
"You are, hey? Well, you're not going to do anything of the kind. You'd scare any little girl into a fit. You're going home."
"No, I'm not," said Rob, rebelliously.
"Yes, you are."
"I'll come out again."
"Not behind locked doors."
"Yes I will, too, through the window."
"I'll see to the window."