“No one hurt but you,” gently assured the woman.
“Bully for so much,” rejoiced the boy.
“Surely enough,” murmured the attendant.
A portly surgeon entered the room, reached for the wrist of the patient, and his smiling face indicated that the case looked good to him.
“Out in a week,” he announced to the nurse.
Billy did not understand the words, but the manner was satisfactory.
To some whispered inquiry by the nurse, the surgeon nodded his head.
“To-morrow will do,” he advised.
With the passing of the surgeon, the nurse told Billy that he might expect a visit from his comrade in the morning. “You can be sure,” she added, “that it has been no easy task to keep him out.”
The patient grinned. Since he had learned that Henri had escaped unhurt, he had really wondered how they had worked it to keep his chum away from him.