The doctor hastened past her into the sick-room. As he entered, Jack looked up with a bright, puzzled light in his eyes.
"Just what does this mean?" he asked. "Just how does it happen that I am here? I thought that I—"
"We brought you in some days ago," the doctor explained. "And since you took the water-hole your mind has been enjoying a little vacation, while we moved your body about as we pleased."
"I took the water-hole, then! And Firio? Firio? He—"
"He is just waiting outside to congratulate you on the re-establishment of the old cordial relations between mind and body," the doctor returned; and slipped out to call Firio and to announce: "He is right as rain, right as rain!" news that Mrs. Galway set forth immediately to herald through the community.
As for Firio, he strode into Jack's presence with the air of conqueror, sage, and prophet in one.
"Is it really you, Firio? Come here, so that I can feel of you and make sure, you son of the sun!"
Jack put out his thin, white hand to Firio, and the velvet of Firio's eyes was very soft, indeed.
"Did you know when they brought you in?" Jack asked.
"When burro stumble I feel ouch and see desert and then I drift away up to sky again," answered Firio. "All right now, eh? Pretty soon you so strong I have to broil five—six—seven quail a day and still you hungry!"