“I am always getting into scrapes, sir.”
“Yes; and the Major had you up to give you a wigging, as you call it, only yesterday.”
“How did you know that, sir?” cried the lad excitedly.
“The Doctor knows pretty well everything about people, and what he doesn’t know for himself his women find out for him. Now then, what is it?”
“I am afraid you will laugh at me, sir.”
“I promise you I shall not.”
“Thank you, sir; that’s encouraging.”
“To the point, boy—to the point.”
Archie Maine drew a deep breath as if to pull himself together, and then as he met the Doctor’s searching eyes they seemed to draw out of him that which he wished to say.
“I am afraid, Doctor,” he said excitedly, “that I have got something wrong with my head.”