Pat drew the covers up around her and hovered over her anxiously for a moment to be sure she had completely recovered from the awful fright brought on by Ezra’s sudden appearance at her window. “Just take it easy, Kitty,” he kept reassuring her. “Lie back an’ take it easy. Don’t worry about nothing. I’ll stay right here and there can’t be nothing happen to you.” “Ezra’s face,” she moaned. “That look in his eye when he started through the window. He’s stark crazy, Pat. I thought about those other people he’s killed. I didn’t know where you were. I didn’t know if you could get here in time.” She drew in a great shuddering breath and twisted her head to look up into Pat’s face. “Is he … did you …?” “I knocked him out cold,” Pat told her grimly. “I couldn’t think what else to do, with you so scared of him an’ all. Not that I believe any of them things against Ezra,” he went on with his face hardening. “I just couldn’t stand to see you bein’ scared at a time like this.”
