“You might as well tie up my head,” he said surlily, “for the sake of the carpet, if nothing else.”
Inga took a basin, sponged the wound, which was slight, and placed a bandage. The man watched her intently, and at the end said gruffly:
“Thanks. You did that well enough. Suppose I have to thank you, young lady, for breaking up this little party?”
She paid no attention to his remarks, and, her work being finished, went back to Dangerfield, saying to O’Leary:
“Better make sure he’s tied fast.”
The man laughed outright, and, suddenly extending his hands, which he had somehow managed to slip from their fastenings, said:
“Do it better this time.”
His feet being bound would have sufficed to hold him; nevertheless O’Leary took several hitches so vigorously that the prisoner protested.
At this moment Dangerfield, on the sofa, groaned.
“He’s coming out of it!” said Inga.