"Lift, as I told you," and the huddled object was laid upon the bed.

Then there was silence until the impassive voice rose again.
"We shall not want you, Maud.

Dane, you and I will get these burnt things off him." The girl went out, and while she stood, feeling curiously chilly in an adjoining room, Barrington bent over his patient.
"Well put together!" he said thoughtfully.

"Most of his people were lighter in the frame.

Well, we can only oil the burns, and get a cold compress about his head.