“Don't tell Prudy,” he said.
As to Reuben, who was already looking much brighter than the preceding night, the doctor said:
“He may get well,” and left a little medicine.
Perez, who had been in the room, followed him out of doors.
“Do you think my brother will get well?” he asked.
“I think so, if he does not have to go back to jail.”
“He will not go back unless I go with him,” said Perez.
“Well, I think it most likely you will,” replied the doctor dryly. “On the whole, I should say his prospect of long life was better than yours, if I am speaking to Perez Hamlin, the mob captain.”
“You mean I shall be hung?”
“And drawn and quartered,” amended the doctor, grimly. “That is the penalty for treason, I believe.”