Chapter Twenty Two.
Bracy’s Nurse.
“Bracy, my dear old man!”
“My dear old chap!” These were the salutations of Drummond and Roberts later on in the morning, when they sought him out, to find him with Gedge in a portion of the soldiers’ quarters which had been temporarily turned into a hospital.
“Ah, Roberts,” sighed Bracy drowsily as he raised himself on one arm. “Not hurt, I hope?”
“Not a scratch. But you—you? Morton tells me you fought like a lion all through that horrible attack.”
“Like a very weak lion,” said Bracy, smiling faintly.
“But how are you?”
“Oh, so much better,” said the young officer, with a sigh. “I feel so restful, and as if I could do nothing but sleep.”
“Thank Heaven! But what a change in you!”