With what little extra Childermass has left to spare for it, he rolls his eyes at the other man. Oh, he's very happy to ring a bell for help but to lift a finger on his own, to get his own hands dirty? Even in such a moment as this?

"They know that I was after them," he says. "They know that I will tell you. God only knows where they will take this next. You must be ready," Childermass warns the other man, although how he should be ready he cannot say for certain. He has to say, he's having more than a little difficulty keeping his head from spinning and his train of thought. Perhaps it has something to do with the blood loss...