Carleton didn't answer; Regan only mumbled under his breath.
"Well then," submitted Doctor McTurk, "the best thing for him, temporarily at least, to build him up, is fresh air and plenty of it. Give him a job somewhere out in the open."
Carleton's eyebrows went up. He looked across at Regan questioningly.
"He wouldn't take it," said Regan slowly. "There's nothing to anything for Owsley but the 1601."
"Wouldn't take it!" snapped the little doctor. "He's got to take it. And if you care half what you pretend you do for him, you've got to see that he does."
"How about construction work with McCann?" suggested Carleton. "He likes McCann, and he's lived at their place for years now."
"Just the thing!" declared Doctor McTurk heartily. "Couldn't be better."
Carleton looked at Regan again.
"You can handle him better than any one else, Tommy. Suppose you see what you can do? And speaking of the 1601, how would it do to tell him what's happened in the last month. Maybe he wouldn't think so much of her as he does now."
"No!" exclaimed Doctor McTurk quickly. "Don't you do it!"