“Mr Frewen,” I whispered as I rose, “tell me how you think he is now.”
The doctor bent down, and after a little examination, rose again.
“There is no difference which I can detect,” he said gravely.
“But you will—you will—”
“Will what, Dale?” he said, for I had paused.
“You will not treat him as if—as if he were a criminal?”
“How can I help it? He is one. We have him to thank for our position here, for those two people being left on the ship, at the mercy of those scoundrels.”
His whole manner changed as he said this, and his voice sounded full of fierce anger.
“Yes,” I faltered, “that’s all true; but you will not be revengeful?”
“A doctor revengeful, Dale?” he said quickly.