"Not a sign," said the little doctor gladly. "If anything he's a shade too wide awake. And irritable. I've been setting his leg—"
Kenny wheeled fiercely.
"His leg!" he said. "His leg!"
"I'm sorry," stammered the doctor. "I—I quite forgot you didn't know. … Broken between the knee and the hip," he added, turning to Barrington. "I thought it merely paresis of the muscles until—"
"Where is he?" put in Kenny sharply. "What room?"
"There are only two rooms here," said Doctor Cole. "The stairway's yonder."
"Just a minute, Kenny." Frank checked him with a gesture. "I'm going up first with Doctor Cole."
Kenny groaned.
"Sit down," said Frank kindly. "Where's some brandy? Thank you, Doctor. Now, Kenny, listen, please. The first risk to Brian's life is past. I mean death from shock. He's not drowsy and he's feeling pain. His leg, in the face of other possibilities, is merely painful. But I must look at his head—"
"Frank, darlin'," said Kenny patiently, "I brought you up here to order us all around. Go to it."