"But aren't you hurt--isn't there something to do?"
"I've been hurt. I'm just weak. Don't think about it. But you're Mr. Wilmot Allen all right, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"It's hard to be sure of a man you never knew and who's grown a beard since you saw him last."
"I assure you," Wilmot smiled, "that I'm only waiting to reach a first-class barber-shop."
"Perhaps you will change your mind."
"Why should I?"
"You know a man named O'Hagan?"
Wilmot nodded.
"I had a talk with him up in the mountains yesterday. He spoke truth for once. You know a man in New York--Blizzard?"