"Well?"
"Is he near?"
"Near?"
Mrs. Errington stopped in amazement.
"Why, what do you mean, Horace?"
"What I say. Is he near now?"
"Near? He's just coming up."
Suddenly the boy fainted.
When he came to he was lying in the shelter of the Rescue Society.
"Ah, Horace," his mother said, "you ought to have stayed in bed another day."