“We don't want to frighten him.”
“It wouldn't be possible—he's awfully brave,” said she, with a merry laugh as she left me.
That was the last I saw of them before they sailed.
My friend had taken his doctor with him, and soon the latter wrote me from the mountain resort that Norris had improved, but that I must not appeal to him in any matter of business. All excitement would be bad for him, and if it came suddenly might lead to fatal results.
IV.—A RATHER SWIFT ADVENTURE WITH THE PIRATE
MIDWINTER had arrived when the checked current of our little history became active again. My wife had thought that our life in Pointview was a trifle sluggish, and we had been in town for two weeks. I had recommended the Waldorf-Castoria as being good for sluggish livers, but Betsey preferred the Manhattan. We were there when this telegram reached me from Chicago.
W. left for N. Y. this morning, broke. He will call on you. Important news by mail.
I expected to have some fun with him, and did.