"Well, honey, you needn't worry," said Evelyn, as she sat down on the side of the bed, "Harry is only beat up, but nothing serious, just cuts and bruises and a couple of black eyes."
"Ev, dear, I want you to go over to the hotel, and pack all my things and take them to your place and keep them until I get out of here—will you do that for me?"
"Sure, honey, and anything else you want me to do."
"Miss Jones, pardon me," said the nurse, as she came over to the bed, "there is a gentleman to see you—he didn't give any name, just said say Big Boy."
"Don't let him in here, oh, please—don't let him in here—I'm afraid of him," said Pearl, nearly crying.
"I'll go and talk to him," said Evelyn, as she rose from the bed, "I'll tell that yellow bastard something."
Evelyn followed the nurse out to where Big Boy was sitting.
"Well, how did you get out so soon?" asked Evelyn.
"I'm out on bail—twenty-five hundred—I want to see her—I'm crazy, but I've got to see her," said Big Boy nervously.
"I'm sorry," said the nurse, "but you can't see her," as she walked away.