“Yes,” said Bracy.
“Don’t like the cut of him,” said Drummond. “He’s doing it again.”
“Doing what?”
“Same as he did first time we met—last night at the mess—looking me up and down as if thinking about the time when he’ll have me to cut up and mend.”
“Well, my dear boys,” said the Doctor, coming up, rubbing his hands. “Ah! Mr Drummond, I think? Met you last night. Glad to know you. Come, all of you, and have a look at my hospital quarters. Splendid place for the lads. Light, airy, and cool. They can’t help getting well.”
“But I thought you had no patients, sir,” said Drummond.
“Oh yes, two that we brought with us; and if Colonel Wrayford is willing, I propose that your wounded should be brought across, for it’s a far better place than where they are. Come on, and I’ll show you.”
“Thanks, Doctor; I’m just going to see the Colonel,” said Roberts.
“That’s a pity. You must come without him, then, Bracy.”
“I really can’t, Doctor; not now. I am going with Roberts.”