“What!” cried Stan angrily. “How can that be so much the better?”
“There is no fear of dangerous inflammation caused by the presence of the bullet, for we know that it isn’t in him, and Nature has set to work before now to begin healing him up.”
“Without a doctor?”
“To be sure. She’s a splendid surgeon, sir.”
“I wish I could feel as confident as you do,” said Stan.
“Well, learn all you can; you soon will.”
“Then you think we might wait till the morning?”
“Certainly. You and I will take it in turns to watch him through the night, and in the morning we shall see.”
“Very well,” said Stan; “perhaps you are right, but I feel very anxious about Mr Blunt.”
“So do I, sir; but I feel sure that we are doing right.”