'Not nearly so difficult as you are,' I retorted, all the worry of his continued sleepless nights coming to a head suddenly in my mind, 'you won't let me do a thing for you. I cry about you sometimes.'
'You cry about me?' said the giant, suddenly sitting on the edge of the bed.
'Yes,' and I leaned against him; he seemed a friendly sort of giant at the moment.
'When did you cry last?' he demanded.
'To-night,' and I fumbled for a handkerchief I didn't really need.
'Why?' asked the giant.
'Because your arm's so bad, you aren't sleeping, you won't take anything or do anything, or let any one else do anything for you. You're making me perfectly miserable, and as for Sam, you've been absolutely rotten to him all the week.'
'I told Brown to keep every one out of my room when I'd got a "go" on, and he let you in on Saturday.'
'Yes, but Ross,' I said, 'how could he keep me out?'
'He'd had his orders. I can't be responsible for any difficulties that may occur in the carrying of them out,' said Ross obstinately.