“Disgusted, perhaps?”
“Not in the least. His myopic eyes were just as cheerful then as they were the second before he fainted away under my surgical attentions. He scorned ether.”
“Poor fellow! He’s a good fellow!” I exclaimed.
“M’m,” went the doctor, doubtfully.
“Know anything against him?” I asked.
“Know his kind. All the way from Assiniboine to Lowell Barracks.”
“It has made you hard to please,” I declared.
“M’m,” went the doctor again.
“Think he’ll not pay you?”
“May. May not.”