"Send him to me. I must talk to him. How long have I been here?"
"About a week."
"Hurry. It may be too late."
Stella saw that Caruthers' head was clear, and that he had something important to communicate, and that it would not be well with him if he were permitted to worry, so she went out, and presently Ted entered the room.
"Well, old chap, you look fit," he said, giving Caruthers' hand a gentle pressure.
"I'll be all right in a day or two. But I must talk with you. Tell me, have the Gray Wolves been here yet, and have you driven them off?" said Caruthers excitedly.
Ted was sure now that the patient had relapsed back into his delirious talk, and tried to soothe him.
"I'm all right," said Caruthers impatiently. "I know what I'm saying. I don't mean the pack that chased me."
"No, we have not been attacked by wolves," Ted answered.
"Then you will be. Have you seen Joy—Ban Joy, the Jap, I mean?"