Toward morning Bart opened his eyes and looked around in a wondering way. Frank uttered a low exclamation of thankfulness, and would have spoken, but the doctor motioned for him to be silent, whispering in his ear:
“Wait. Let him speak first. Don’t shock him now.”
After some time Hodge muttered thickly:
“What’s the matter?”
“Now you may speak to him,” said the doctor.
“Is there anything I can do for you, old man?” asked Frank, gently.
“Do for me?” repeated Bart, vaguely. “What’s the matter? I’m in bed.”
“Yes.”
“My head——”
“You were hurt.”