“Did they—did they get him?” she gasped impulsively, almost frantically. “Did they—did they get him?”
Nick waved aside the several girls who had gathered near.
“Open one of the windows!” he commanded. “Give her some fresh air. Get whom, my girl?”
The last was addressed to the stricken girl, while Nick gently raised her to a sitting position on the floor.
She turned and looked at him, then suddenly seemed to realize what had occurred. She gazed at Nick again, striving to rise, and replied, more calmly:
“Get whom? What do you mean?”
“Don’t you know what I mean?” Nick inquired, helping her to a chair.
“No, I don’t,” she replied. “Thank you for assisting me. I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”
Nick was sure of the contrary, but he did not say so. Instead, he smiled and explained his presence there by saying:
“I happened to be in the manager’s office when you fainted. I saw you fall and hurried in to aid you. Are you subject to such attacks?”