He was very weak and quite unable to speak for many days and even weeks; but when at last he was able and allowed to attempt it, he asked to see Noel.
"All right," said the doctor; "you're right to thank him, my boy, for, by all that's heroic, he did a fine thing in saving you. But don't excite yourself; that's all I ask."
When Noel entered, Granby beckoned him nearer.
"I'm going to speak at last," he said, smiling. "It's time I did, isn't it? But I'm afraid I can't shake hands, dear old man. I vowed I wouldn't, so long as I had a right hand. Well, now I haven't one. I suppose it's my punishment, and I'm sure I deserve it. Will you forgive me, Noel?"
"I've nothing to forgive," said Noel with a sob. "And as for that race—"
"Yes—I did win that race, you know, Noel. Nearly every one thought so."
"I really and honestly believe you did, dear old Granby," said Noel, sobbing quite freely; "and I believe I was utterly wrong. But I was so fond of you, old chap, that I was afraid of cheating the other fellow."
"Thanks! thanks!" said Granby. "Oh, I am so happy—and so sleepy!"
Then the doctor came and turned Noel out; but Noel was happier that night than he had been for ten long years.