“If it wouldn't drive a man to drink,” Billy groaned, when Saxon returned to him. “Did you ever dream such luck? Look at all my fights in the ring, an' never a broken bone, an' here, snap, snap, just like that, two arms smashed.”
“Oh, it might be worse,” Saxon smiled cheerfully.
“I'd like to know how.
It might have been your neck.”
“An' a good job. I tell you, Saxon, you gotta show me anything worse.”
“I can,” she said confidently.
“Well?”
“Well, wouldn't it be worse if you intended staying on in Oakland where it might happen again?”
“I can see myself becomin' a farmer an' plowin' with a pair of pipe-stems like these,” he persisted.
“Doctor Hentley says they'll be stronger at the break than ever before. And you know yourself that's true of clean-broken bones. Now you close your eyes and go to sleep. You're all done up, and you need to keep your brain quiet and stop thinking.”