But Leslie shrugged. "Oh, it's feeling fine, right now! I'd rather leave it alone. I just wanted to see you—"
"You mustn't neglect it; there's danger of—"
"Gee! You're looking great," he interrupted. "It's better than a banquet just to look at you."
"And YOU!" Norine scanned the invalid appraisingly. "Why, you're another man!"
"Sure! Listen to this." He thumped his chest. "Best pair of bellows in
Cuba. The open air did it."
"What a pity you were hurt just at such a time. But you would take insane risks. Now then, let's have a look at your wound." She pushed him, protesting, into her cabin.
"It doesn't hurt, really," he declared. "It's only a scratch."
"Of course you'd say so. Sit down."
"Please don't bother. If you don't mind—"
"But I do mind. If you won't trust me I'll run for a doctor."