"And spoke as though he wanted to see you, sir," added Richards.
"What is his condition now?" inquired Fellows, with anxiety in his voice.
"It is improving rapidly," said Doctor Wells.
"How soon will he be better?"
"I cannot tell. It may be a matter of weeks."
Fellows suppressed a groan.
"It depends a great deal upon how he is when he awakens," explained the physician. "The wounds are doing nicely. The fever has been the greatest complication. I hope that it will lessen, now that he is sleeping quietly. If it passes away rapidly, he will be sitting up within two days. Possibly to-morrow. If it continues, we may have a long siege."
"I shall wait until he wakes," declared Fellows.
"Very good," responded the doctor. "But I have wanted to talk with some friend of Mr. Cranston's regarding this affair. What should be done about it? I have hesitated to report it to the police."
"Don't do that," said Fellows promptly. "He was wounded in New York. This is New Jersey. It would be best to keep the matter quiet."