“But you must not talk any more, now,” urged his mother.
And he lay there for half an hour without speaking.
Then he asked: “Did Owen get back all right?”
“Yes, soon after you did.”
The next day he tried for a long time to remember the wonderful plan he had dreamed of for developing films, but he could not recall the particular formula upon which the superiority of the plan rested. Perhaps, he thought, it would come back to him.
It was early in December that McConnell and Owen were permitted to come in and see him, and McConnell came in every day after that. There had been an early snow, and the boys had proofs of some snow scenes which proved to be immensely entertaining to Allan. Owen’s glimpses of winter trees and snow-silvered bushes suggested many things that he himself had planned to make when winter came.
“McConnell came in every day after that.”
“I shall soon be out,” he told the boys, “and then I want to begin right away on some winter things.” McConnell came in every day after that.
Detective Dobbs on his first visit to Allan brought a batch of pictures he had made of Sporty. “I don’t have time to develop,” said Dobbs, “so I let them ‘do the rest’ for me now. As soon as you get well,” continued Dobbs, “I think the club is going to have an exhibition; they have been talking about it for some time.”