“That’s right. But tell me about Corporal May.”
“Oh no, you’re not to bother about that.”
“Tell me about Corporal May,” persisted Lennox.
“Doctor said you weren’t to worry about such things.”
“It isn’t a worry now. I felt at first that if I thought much about that business in the cave I should go off my head; but I’m quite cool and comfortable now. Tell me—is he quite well again?”
“Not quite. He has had a touch of fever and been a bit loose in the knob, just as if he had been frightened out of his wits.”
“Of course,” said Lennox quietly. “I was nearly the same. I did not know at the time, but I do now. He is getting better, though?”
“Fast; only he’s a bit of a humbug with it. I thought so, and the doctor endorses my ideas. He likes being ill and nursed and petted with the best food, so as to keep out of the hard work. I don’t like the fellow a bit. There, you’ve talked enough now, so I’ll be gone.”
“No; stop,” said Lennox. “Tell me about the stores of corn we found in that cave.”
“Hang the cave! You’re not to talk about it.”