"Oh, I see. Then there were two planes?"
"Certainly. Didn't you know?... You seem to know my name——"
"There were some letters in your pocket—don't you remember? And the address of a company in Kansas City.... But I don't think anybody realizes that there were two planes—that you didn't wreck yours."
"Oh, but I wouldn't wreck a plane in that way!" he protested. "I think too much of them!" His face lighted up with the enthusiasm he always showed when he talked about flying. "But I've got to get to a telephone!" he added. "I must notify my company immediately of the loss."
"Probably your company knows all about it," she replied. "Anyway, you can't do anything now—except lie still while I take your temperature. And then eat your breakfast. After your wound is dressed—if the doctor agrees——"
"But I've got to get dressed right away! I want to notify them so that they can catch that bandit!"
"Yes, yes. In due time. You must be patient."
"You say they didn't know about that other fellow!" he cried, excitedly. "I tell you——"
He stopped suddenly, for he saw that his nurse had gone off to another cot. There was no use trying to argue with nurses, he learned, for they had to follow the rules laid down by the doctors and the hospital authorities.