Covered with grime, in the dim light of the hovel, it would have been hard indeed to have recognized this object as a human being.
Hilton Field, for it was he, more dead than alive, was dragged to the window as if he had been a bag of wheat.
“Ready, Barney?” Skip cried.
“Yes!”
Dick Denton and the others got into the boat—with the exception of Brodie.
“Now, boys, don’t drown him.”
Saying this, Skip flung the helpless banker into the arms outstretched to receive him.
“Pull away and be sure and keep close to the Brooklyn side.”
“Ain’t you coming?”
“No,” replied Skip.