Stan bent over him and replied.
“To be sure. Yes; I remember now. Ah, how weak I am! But tell me, Lynn; how are things going?”
Stan explained the position briefly.
“Good!” said Blunt. “Excellent! Thoroughly thrashed them?”
“For the present; but we all believe that they’ll come back.”
“No, no, Lynn,” replied Blunt faintly; “not for long enough, if they ever do. Tell me again; how many did they lose?”
“Ought you to talk now?”
“Well, no, I suppose not much; but I’m all right, only very weak. I’m not going to die, my lad. There! I will not talk much. Go on telling me. I must hear.”
Stan told him, but made no allusion to the bit of treachery; and when he had ended the manager smiled his approval.
“Just what I expected,” he said. “Brave lads, all of them.”