“Good old boy,” whispered Barry.
“Yes, I—kept—I kept—”
The bearers came to carry out the stretcher.
“Will he recover?” whispered Barry to the doctor.
“Recover? Surest thing you know,” said the doctor in a loud cheery voice. “We can't spare this kind of stuff, you know.”
And again Barry leaned over the stretcher and said, patting Cameron on the shoulder:
“Good old boy. You make us proud of you. You kept the faith.”