The surgeons had spoken hopefully, but—-
"Brains always work better than brute force," Haynes told himself, struggling hard to preserve his self-esteem.
CHAPTER XXI
THE MAN MOVING IN A DARK ROOM
May came, and, with the gorgeous blossoms of that month, Dick
Prescott left the hospital.
He was able to walk fairly well, and was returned to study and recitations, though excused from all drills or any form of military duty.
Not quite all the old erectness of carriage was there, though
Dick hoped and prayed daily that it would return.
He had been cautioned to take the best of care of himself. He had been warned that he was still on probation, so far as his physical condition was concerned.
"A sudden bad wrench, and you might undo all that has been done for you so far," was the surgeons' hint.
So Prescott, though permitted to march with his sections to recitations, and to fall in at the meal formations, was far from feeling reassured as to his ability to remain in the service.