“We’d better be getting her in then.—So long, Jack, if I don’t see you before I go,” said Malcolm, shaking hands.
He went out, followed by Joe, who seemed to have his tail between his legs.
“Well, this is the devil’s own,” exclaimed the doctor, when he was left alone with Fred Henry. “Going before Wednesday, are you?”
“That’s the orders,” replied the other.
“Where, to Northampton?”
“That’s it.”
“The devil!” exclaimed Fergusson, with quiet chagrin.
And there was silence between the two.
“All settled up, are you?” asked Fergusson.
“About.”