"I will take him to my room.

You need not be afraid," he added as Harry hesitated, "I have got my eyes open, you can trust me." So saying he made his way through the crowd gathered outside.

He was frequently asked who he was carrying, for the crowd feared lest any of their prey should escape; but the man's reply, given with a rough laugh--"It is a lad whose stomach is not strong enough to bear the sight of blood, and I tell you it is pretty hot in there,"-- satisfied them.
Passing through several streets the man entered a small house and carried Victor to the attic and laid him on a bed, then he carefully closed the door and struck a light.
"You struck hard, my friend," he said as he examined Victor's head.
"Ma foi, I should not have liked such a blow myself, but I don't blame you.

You were but just in time to prevent his betraying himself, and better a hundred times a knock on the head than those pikes outside the door.

I had my eye on him, and felt sure he would do something rash, and I had intended to choke him, but he was too quick for me.