“So I fancy! The doc. who has you in charge, I’ve noticed, seems to have some confidence in fresh air. I suppose that’s why you keep so much to the roads?”
“Yes,” replied the invalid.
“Outdoors,” said Scanlon, “is a fine thing. I guess that’s why there is so much of it. It’s full of benefits, night and day. Moonlight nights,” sagely, “are especially good. Then you not only get the air, but you get a view of things, which helps the mind. Last night was as bright as day, and Schwartzberg looks well with the moon on it.”
The beast in the man glared out more than ever from the black eyes, and the teeth gleamed between the full lips. But he said, quietly:
“Ah, yes; I can believe that Schwartzberg is an interesting place. I have given it some attention since I have been here.”
Bat nodded.
“A number of people have,” said he. “We have visitors dropping in every now and then.”
“Some time I shall go,” said the invalid. “I have been promising myself that for a long while.”
“Quite,” said the big man, easily; “of course. But the others only stayed a little while. When you come, we’ll keep you longer.”
“Thank you,” said the sick man. “You are very kind.”