“Why—yes, so far as I know. I should expect it to turn out that way.”
Henry saw that a definite answer was not to be expected, so he puffed a moment, looking off to the green shore-line. Finally he said, “Your man,—what's his name?”
“Wilson?”
“Yes, he's in pretty bad shape, isn't he?”
“There's no doubt about that.”
“Do you think he 'll pull through?”
“I couldn't say.”
“What would be the penalty if he didn't?”
“That is for a judge and jury to decide.”
“I suppose.”