“Yes,” sighed Ted, since the thing was inevitable.
No sooner said than done. Donald found himself in the stranger's room and with his face aflame with the strangeness and suddenness of the manner of his introduction. But behold! he was no stranger. In bed though Ted was, and pale and white from his illness, one glance was sufficient, and Donald stood transfixed, his hands on his hips in sailor fashion and absolutely speechless.
“You know me, Donald?” said Ted, raising himself on one elbow.
“Yes, sir,” getting the words out with difficulty; “you're Mr. ———”
“Yes, but stop right where you are, for you're not to mention here who I am. Do you think you can keep a secret?”
“If I choose I can for this was a very queer proceeding, and he was not going to be led blindfold.
“Well, then, will you please be good enough to choose to keep it till matters can be explained to you?”
“When will that be?” in a business-like way that was rather amusing.
“Till we can go for a walk after breakfast, and I can enlighten you,” said Harry.
“And you mean that now, just for a little while, I am not to let the Hartleys know that we've met before?” but as though he did not in the least take to the idea.