“No,” said Doc. “We’re scouts. Is——”
“If a person looks very different, then he’s dead, isn’t he?”
“Come on,” said Doc. “We’ll see.”
“We’ll never get off this hill; I’ve tried every way——”
“Oh, yes, we will,” spoke up Garry, putting his arm over the boy’s shoulder and urging him along.
They could see that he was hardly rational, and Garry, better than any of the others, knew how to handle him.
“It’s terrible without a light,” he said; “I spilled all the oil—I’m glad you’ve got a light.”
“What’s your name?” Garry asked.
“Jeffrey Waring—come on, I’ll show you the place.” He shuddered as he spoke.
Once more Tom held his lantern up to the white, distracted face.