“No, you never told him,” said Warde, gently.
“That’s funny,” their friend said.
There followed a pause. The victim lay quite still. The boys did not know whether they should go or not.
“I know how you found it out,” Blythe said. “It was when I went up on the windmill, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, it was,” said Roy. “You were in your bare feet.”
There was another pause. Blythe seemed meditating. The boys were uncomfortable. Nurses came and went. One took the victim’s temperature. He watched her as she went away. Finally he spoke.
CHAPTER XXXI
HARK, THE CONQUERING HERO COMES!
He spoke as if it were the most commonplace matter that he was telling, “I told them that my brother tried to kill me and they don’t believe it.”
Roy looked at Warde, dumbfounded.