Lorry nodded to the servant, and a few moments later Mart Rawlins entered the room.
[CHAPTER XIII.]
MART RAWLINS WEAKENS.
"Hello, Lorry!" said Rawlins, hesitating, just over the threshold, as though a little undecided as to how he would be received.
"Hello, Rawlins!" answered Lorry coldly. "You want to see Motor Matt?"
"That's why I came. I hope he isn't hurt very much?"
"There he is," said Lorry, pushing a chair up to the bed; "you can ask him about that for yourself."
McGlory, feeling sure that Merton was guiltily concerned in the fire, was far from amiably disposed toward such a close friend of Merton's as Rawlins. As Rawlins advanced to the bed the cowboy got up, turned his back, and looked out of a window.
"I'm sorry you had such a rough time of it, Motor Matt," said Rawlins, visibly embarrassed.