“All right, Maxy, old chap,” said Kenneth slowly and sadly; “but I say, look here—”
He stopped short, and, in a quiet, methodical way, law his hand upon his friend’s brow.
“I say, how hot your head is! Wait a moment.”
He placed one arm beneath his neck, lifted his head, turned the pillow, and gently lowered Max back upon the cool, soft linen.
“That’s comfortable, isn’t it?”
“Yes; so cool and refreshing!”
“So it used to be when you nursed me.”
There was a dead silence.
“I say, Maxy.”
“Yes.”