Tully moved restlessly and Bob thought for a time that his companion was about to wake up, but Tully’s breathing deepened once more and his eyes remained closed.
Joe Hamsa stuck his head into the compartment.
“Any change?” he asked, and Bob thought he appeared a little too solicitous for a passing acquaintance.
“I think he’s resting easier,” replied Bob.
“Are you going to take him to a hospital?” asked Hamsa, pressing Bob for further information on his plans.
“I haven’t decided yet.”
“Let me know if there is anything I can do,” volunteered the other. It was apparent that he would have liked an invitation to stay in the room, but Bob turned toward the rain-washed windows and after a brief pause Hamsa dropped the curtain at the doorway and walked back into the Pullman.
Chapter VII
THE MAN ON THE PLATFORM
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Tully remained in the deep sleep for another fifteen minutes. Then he stirred restlessly and Bob went over to his side. As he looked down Tully opened his eyes. They appeared clear and perfectly normal.
Tully attempted to sit up, but Bob put his hands on his shoulders and gently pushed him back on the couch.