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KEITH had evidently regained consciousness. We heard him whimpering to Longstreet even before we entered the other door.
"He wants to go," explained Longstreet.
Trask stood over the wounded, abject creature lying on the floor. "So you want to go, do you?" he demanded.
"Yes, sir."
"Nothing to attend to first here in the house before you take leave?"
"No, sir. I― I want to go and have my head fixed up."
He put one hand on the wound which Longstreet had rudely bound up with a handkerchief.
"Keith," Trask's voice grew angry, "where is Miss Linda?"
"Miss Linda?" Keith pretended not to understand why this question should be addressed to him.
"Yes, where have you hidden her?"
"Hidden her?"
"Do you mean to tell me that you'd go out of this house and leave her to starve to death wher
