A youngster—he had been dripping wet and was now sparkling all over with frost and ice in the light of the surgery lamp—intruded.
"Thank-the-Lord Cove?"
"No, sir."
"Mad Harry?"
"Ragged Run, sir."
"Bad-Weather West's lad?"
"Yes, sir."
"Been in the water?"
The boy grinned. He was ashamed of himself. "Yes, sir. I falled through the ice, sir."