III
MAKING AN OPPORTUNITY
It was two days before Dudley was allowed to see the little invalid. The doctor had been in constant attendance; but all danger was over now, and Roy as usual was rapidly picking up his strength again.
"His constitution has wonderful rallying powers," the old doctor said; "he is like a bit of india rubber!"
It seemed to Dudley that Roy's face had got wonderfully white and small; and there was a weary worn look in his eyes, as he turned round to greet him.
"Now sit down and talk to him, but don't let him do the talking," was nurse's advice as she left the boys together.
Dudley sat down by the bed, and squeezed hold of the little hand held out to him.
"I'm so sorry, old chap," he said, nervously; "do you feel really better? I've been so miserable."
"I'm first-rate now," was the cheerful response; "it's awfully nice getting your breath back again; it's only made me feel a little tired, that's all!"
"It was all me!"