"What! Well, let's have a look at it. He doesn't look very bad." He helped me off with my coat and, as he glanced at the sleeve, gave a little exclamation.
"Hello!"
"Whose life did he save?" he asked, as he was binding up the arm. "That's partly a mash."
"Mine."
"Oh! I see." He went to work and soon had me bandaged up. "Well, he's all right now. What were you doing?" he asked as he put on the last touches.
"Jumping on a car."
"Ah!" The doctor was manifestly amused. "You observe that our friend is laconic?" he said to me.
"What's that?" asked the other. "Don't prejudice him against me. He don't know anything against me yet—and that's more than some folks can say."
"Who was on that car that you were following?" asked the doctor, with a side glance at my friend. The latter did not change his expression a particle.
"Doc, did you ever hear what the parrot said to herself after she had sicked the dog on, and the dog not seeing anything but her, jumped on her?"