"That's Ed Hoskins, who lives over Pelham way." At sound of the voice the sleeping man quivered, opened his eyes, then, with a scream, sat up, trembling violently.
"You've got me!" he screamed.

"You've found me---and I'm not yet fit to go!" Dick stepped aside to let the farmers in, while Darrin and Reade approached the spot at a run.
"Keep quiet, Hoskins," ordered the Overseer of the Poor.

"Quiet, man; I tell you!" "Oh, I didn't mean to do it!" moaned the unhappy captive.

"I didn't mean to do it, I tell you! And now I must lose my life before I'm fit to go." "'Touched' here," murmured Prescott, tapping his forehead.
"What are you making such a fuss about, Ed Hoskins ?" demanded the Overseer of the Poor.
"I never meant to harm my wife!" screamed Hoskins in an agony of fear.

"We had had words, and I meant nothing but to push her aside so I could pass.