“Yes, ma’am.”
“Mr. Winfield will help you indoors.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
She turned to Kirk.
“Now, Mr. Winfield.”
Kirk bent over the victim, gripped him, and lifted him like a baby.
“He’s got his,” observed one interested spectator.
“I should worry!” agreed another. “All broken up.”
“Nothing of the kind,” said Mrs. Porter severely. “The man is hardly hurt at all. Be more accurate in your remarks.”
She eyed the speaker sternly. He wilted.