"Camping suits him, and we have been over a fortnight on the road," she said, smiling. "I don't know how he is going to stand being inside walls again."
"We'll keep him on the balcony, then," responded the doctor. "Feel strong, old man?"
"Pretty good," Dick nodded. "I'll be all right once I can sit up. When will that be, doctor?"
"Oh, some day. We've got to get you thoroughly fit first," the doctor evaded.
Dick's face fell. What he had hoped from his meeting with Dr. Brereton only he knew.
"Don't you think I'm well enough to try now?" he pleaded. "You don't know how jolly well I feel."
"I'm going to bring another man to see you to-morrow," the doctor said. "Too late to-night to overhaul you; but I want to see how my job looks."
"Oh, your job was all right long ago—you did it awfully well," Dick assured him kindly. "Dr. Carter took the stitches out at Narrung."
"Hurt you?"
"Well—everything hurts a bit," Dick admitted. "It didn't hurt more than other things. I'd be lonely now if I didn't have an ache or two!"