“I was on the lookout for that, sir,” said Gedge good-humouredly, “but you was too quick for me. I say, sir, don’t you say you ain’t getting better no more.”
“Better, Gedge?” said Bracy pitifully. “I am horribly worse.”
“Not you, sir, when you can play games like that.”
“Oh, my lad—my lad, I could not help it!” Gedge grinned as he looked at him, and shook his head.
“You don’t believe me,” said Bracy sadly. “Well, you see, sir, I can’t very well after that. I couldn’t quite take it in when the Doctor told me what you’d done to him, and how you’d served the Major.”
“What did he say?” asked Bracy eagerly.
“Said you’d broke out, sir, and was playing all kinds o’ games; and that you had been cheating him and everybody else.”
“Anything else?”
“Yus, sir; that it was a reg’lar case o’ malingering, on’y I don’t think he quite meant it. He was cross because he said you kicked him. Did you, sir?”
“Yes—no—my leg jerked out at him, suddenly, Gedge.”