"It was a great old scrap, wasn't it?" and he smiled up at his friend.
"It was all of that," replied Frank. "But tell me, how do you feel?"
"Well, I don't feel tip top, and that's a fact," replied Jack feebly, moving about on his bed.
He made as if to sit up, but Frank held him down.
"You stay where you are," he ordered.
"What's the matter?" demanded Jack. "Can't I get up if I feel like it?"
"No," replied Frank, "you can't. You'll stay where you are until the doctor says you are out of danger."
"Danger!" echoed Jack. "You ought to know by this time that I was not made to be killed so easily."
"Nevertheless," said Frank, "you are badly wounded. It will be several days before you will be able to get about."
"Several days!" cried Jack in dismay. "You take my word for it,
I'll be up tomorrow."