“You have killed him!”
But the next moment she peered eagerly into the eyes of the young man and exclaimed:
“No. He’s coming to.”
She rubbed his forehead and chafed his hands.
“Who is he?” asked Patsy.
“My brother,” she replied, sharply.
After a while the young man was sufficiently restored to stand on his feet when helped up by Patsy.
“You’ve done damage enough,” said the young woman, “and you can now go away.”
“I’ll help you home with him,” said Patsy.
“No, I don’t want you to do that.”