"Of course it will," said Chaytor. "What special mental question are you answering?"
"Nothing special. I was thinking in a general way of my troubles, and your pipe has put a more cheerful colour on them. Am I mistaken in thinking you told me you were a doctor?"
"No. That is why I have been able to pull you through so quickly."
"How long will it be before I am able to get about?"
"At the end of the week if you will be reasonable."
"I promise. I feel well already. The moment I am strong enough I must go to Bidaud's plantation."
"I will go with you."
"Of course. We are mates from this day forth. The end of the week? Not earlier?"
"Don't be impatient. My plan is to make a perfect cure. No patching. At present I am in command."
"I obey. But let it be as soon as possible."