“Here you are, Bill!”
A man limped and shuffled into the room.
“How’s the pain?” asked Professor Bailey, a man with curiously shifting eyes. He never, except by chance, looked you squarely in the face.
“The pain is fierce!” exclaimed Bill.
“And the swelling?” asked Fussel.
“Worse! My knee is as big as your head!”
“That’s good,” and Fussel rubbed his hands.
“Good!” cried Bill, indignantly. “Huh!”
“Well, I mean it’s good for our experiment, and it’ll be good for you when the pain is gone and the swelling reduced. Now put out your leg and we’ll clap the plaster on.”
The man, whose trouser leg was slit to the knee, exhibited a red, inflamed and swollen leg. He could hardly move it.