He imitated her action, and said with a smile,—
"No, no. Doctor Cameron would have cured you as he did me. But ugh! what an arm!" he cried, hastily drawing the sleeve over the discoloured, swollen skin. "I say, doctor, it won't stop like that, will it?"
"Oh no, that will soon pass away."
At that moment Phra's piteous face appeared at the window, looking inquiringly in, for he had been puzzled by the voices he had heard; and as soon as he grasped the state of affairs, he uttered a wild cry,—
"Hal!"
It was as he rushed in through the window and dashed across the floor, to pretty well fling himself upon his companion. Then, with simulated anger, to choke down the burst of sobs striving for exit,—
"Oh, you wretch!" he cried, "to frighten us all like that! Doctor, what doesn't he deserve!"
"Rest and quiet, Phra, my lad. Steady, please; he is a bit weak yet."
"Yes, I understand. But oh, Hal, old chap, old chap! you have made me feel bad!"
"So sorry," said the boy, "and so glad you all felt like that. But,
Phra, I want you to do something."