“Which ones?” asked Billy.
“Just a left arm and a left leg.”
“That all?” asked Billy.
After that they wouldn’t let him see anybody. There were two nurses instead of one, and three doctors—“specialists” Billy heard his own nurse say.
After that there were two doctors every day: a doctor with white hair, and a doctor with light brown hair, parted in the middle.
The doctor with the white hair seemed to think more about Billy than he did about his bones, for he talked to Billy while he was feeling around.
The young doctor seemed to think more about the bones. But Billy liked him, too, for one day when they were hurting him terribly the young doctor said:
“You’re a game sort of chap.”
Billy wasn’t quite sure what “game” meant, but he kept right on gritting his teeth till they were through.
The first day that the young doctor began to come alone, he said: