Chris laughed, and the remarks did not spoil his appetite; but his thoughts were busy all through, and he looked anxiously for the termination of the meal, and when all was over he turned uneasily to Griggs.
“I say,” he whispered, “oughtn’t some one to go and relieve Ned?”
“What for?” was the uncompromising response.
“What for? Why, because he must be starving.”
“Poor fellow! He must have an appetite then,” said Griggs, laughing. “Did you see what I took up to him?”
“Oh,” cried Chris remorsefully. “What a shame! Here was I thinking that every one had been selfish to the poor fellow, while all the time—”
“We had all played quite fair—you most of all. Here, how are all the aches and pains now?”
“Getting better. I have no right to make so much fuss about them and play at being in hospital.”
“You’re not, lad. You’re only doing what the doctor ordered. A fellow can’t fall nearly a mile perpendicular and slantingdicular without being a good deal shaken.”
“How far?” said Chris, laughing.