“Forget that kind of talk,” Teddy said sharply. “I have an idea that he’ll pull through.” He hesitated a moment. “Say, what’s the doc’s name?”
“Ring, I think. Don’t know his first name. Seems like a good feller.”
“He does, for a fact.” Teddy examined his thumb carefully. “Hope Belle won’t get sick, helping him. She’s not so old to be doing that sort of thing.”
“Belle is plenty there,” Bug Eye exclaimed decidedly, if not too clearly. “She won’t welsh.”
“Anyhow, I’ll take a look and see,” Teddy said suddenly. “I think it would be all right to go in now.”
He and Bug Eye climbed to the ground and started for the house. As they neared the entrance, Belle appeared at the door. Her cheeks were a little pale, but, otherwise, she was perfectly composed.
“He’s conscious,” she said clearly. “And Doctor Ring says he has a good chance. Where’s Roy?”
“Looking after Star. How do you feel, Belle? Did you—”
She shook her head.
“Didn’t bother me in the least. I’m thirteen, you know—almost fourteen. Say, Teddy, you and Roy are wanted inside.” She held the door open. “The man who was hurt has been asking for you.”