“A few months? Why, that’s all I have been doing since I came back.”
“Yes, I know. Now, tell me all about this asbestos and your work. Just lie back and be comfortable and I’ll listen.”
For perhaps half an hour David talked Lost Farm tract and right-of-way while his aunt tried patiently to follow his explanations. She disliked to tell him that his plans might be delayed on account of the length of time necessary for a complete recovery, but an opportunity offered and she seized it.
“So that is why you want to get well in such a hurry, David? I don’t like to discourage you, but Doctor Leighton says you won’t be able to do anything but get well for at least a year. He’s coming to talk with you about it in a day or two.”
“A year! Why, Great Scott! Aunt Bess, I simply must get things moving right away. Avery expects me to.”
“Why right away?”
“Why, because—because—don’t you see Bascomb is working day and night for possession?”
“But he hasn’t got it, David.”
“No.”
“Well, don’t worry. Promise me that you won’t do anything more than write letters until you see the doctor, won’t you?”