“Now, then,” said his new acquaintance quietly, “all out, if you please, gentlemen. I’ll look after the patient. Leave him to me.”
The group at the doorway melted away, and Hop followed. As he passed out, he turned and found Evan’s gaze still on him.
“Well, you’ll know me, I guess, when you see me again,” he said crossly.
“I think I shall,” answered Evan, calmly.
His host chuckled as he closed and bolted the door. Then he came back and sank into a chair opposite Evan, his legs sprawling across the floor.
“Well?” he asked kindly. “Any damage?”
“No, I guess not. My head aches and I’m sort of dizzy, but I’ll be all right in a minute.”
“I guess so. Just come, did you?”
“Yes; I was looking for my room when that chap—”
“Frank Hopkins.”