“Well, then, Mr Haynes.”
He shook his head again.
“They are far away,” he said.
“Then what place is this? a hospital?”
He shook his head again.
“I am only the doctor,” he said, with a smile. “My duty is to dress your wounds, and it is done.”
“But tell me this—the fight yesterday?”
“I cannot,” he replied. “There was no fight yesterday.”
“Nonsense! There was; and I remember now coming off my horse. I thought it was some one else; but I recall it now.”
“The sahib talks too much,” said the grave, patient-looking doctor.