he was speaking.

"Not with him!" he cried hoarsely. "Not with him! I won't go in
the ambulance with the Wolf! He'll come to yet and kill somebody,
and he'll blame me for the whole thing. I'd rather stay here."

"All right," said the Chief. "You need not go in the ambulance.
I will carry you down to the police car, and we will take you
right over to Mr. Leffingwell's."

He picked Asa up in his arms and carried him downstairs and into
the first car. There was quite a procession of them when they
finally started, after leaving a heavy guard in the house, and
very soon they pressed the button at Mr. Leffingwell's door,
which was opened by Barton, the butler.

"'Ow! Bless my 'art!" said Barton, quite like a human being, and
stepped back. It was Timmins who stepped forward; Timmins who
took Asa and bore him into the living room where Colonel Bright,
Mr. Leffingwell, John, his son, and Mr. and Mrs. Potter all rose
to their feet, when Timmins walked in. Mr. Leffingwell would
have another doctor; and while they waited five minutes for him
(he was right in the building) Asa, suffering pretty badly, but
not giving a sign of it, except for his twitching face, lay on
the settee, with Timmins fixing his pillows some other way every
second, and Barton off ordering a hot drink from the cook, who
had taken a peek, and was crying out in the kitchen.

Nobody knew anything about what the boys had been through, but
nobody asked a word; only Porky and Beany kissed their mother