29/37 "Was dat de truth for sure w'at you speak ?" "Yes, but you've done your work. Don't touch him again." He hesitated, and Runnion, quick to observe it, added his entreaty to hers. I need help--I--I'm hurt." "W'at you 'spec' I do wit' 'im ?" the Canadian asked, and she answered: "I suppose we'll have to take him where he can get assistance." "Dat skiff ain' carry all free of us." "I'll stay here," groaned the frightened man. "I'll wait for a steamer to pick me up, but for God's sake don't touch me again!" Poleon looked him over carefully, and made up his mind that the man was more injured in spirit than in body, for, outside of his battered muscles, he showed no fatal symptoms. |