He stopped, and breathed heavily.

"I'm going to drive lickity-split for the hospital," said Hen in
a low tone to Beany.

"Don't you stir!" commanded the weak voice. "When you get to the
house, go around back, and through the yard to the next house.
There is an outside iron fire-escape on it. Go up that to the
level of the roof of the corner house. It is a story lower than
the house that has the fire-escape. There is a trap door in the
middle of the roof. Lift that, and climb down the ladder into the
attic. The wireless is there. If there is a man there working
the wireless, shoot him. He will shoot you if he can. Got a
revolver?"

"No," said Beany.

"Yes," said Hen at the same time.

"There are some stairs going down from the attic," continued the
Weasel, his voice very weak. "Don't go down that way. Look in
the end of the attic close to the big chimney. There is a pile
of doors and lumber there, and behind it is a narrow stair. Go
down that. It opens into a wardrobe in the Wolf's own den. You
will find him there with the kid, if he is still alive. Take the
Wolf anyhow. Don't kill him. I want him to know that I bit--"
his voice trailed off.

"Would hot coffee help any?" asked Hen. "I have a thermos bottle