Directly the boy heard Mr.Cameron speaking and hastened to his side.

If he had regained consciousness, the nightmare of suspicion would pass away.
"Fremont! Fremont! He did it! He did it!" This was worse than all the rest.

Mr.Cameron was still out of his head, but his words indicated that he might have fallen under the blow with the impression in his mind that it was Fremont who had attacked him.

At least the words he was repeating over and over again would leave no doubt in the minds of the officers as to who the guilty party was.

While Fremont was mentally facing this new danger, the corridor door was roughly shaken and a harsh voice demanded admittance.
It was Jim Scoby, the night watchman, a sullen, brutal fellow who had always shown dislike for the boy.