Archie touched the surgeon on the shoulder. “Is he dead?” the boy asked, in French, his voice trembling.
“No, monsieur; he is alive.”
“Will he live?”
“To be sure, monsieur!”
“Is there any doubt about it?” asked Archie.
“Doubt?” exclaimed the surgeon. “With my skill, monsieur? It is impossible––he cannot die! He will be restored in three days. I––I––I will accomplish it!”
“Thank God for that!” thought Archie.
The boy went gravely home to bed; and as he lay down the adventure seemed less romantic than it had.