He seemed to be struggling for speech, for cooerdination of ideas.

Finally, after many minutes-- "That's you, Boy ?" "Yes, Harry." "But where are we ?" Fairchild laughed softly.
"We 're in a hospital, and you 're knocked out.

Don't you know where you 've been ?" "I don't know anything, since I slid down the wall." "Since you what ?" But Harry had lapsed back into semi-consciousness again, to lie for hours a mumbling, dazed thing, incapable of thought or action.

And it was not until late in the night after the rescue, following a few hours of rest forced upon him by the interne, that Fairchild once more could converse with his stricken partner.
"It's something I 'll 'ave to show you to explain," said Harry.

"I can't tell you about it.