“Yes.”
“When will I get out of here, doc? This afternoon?”
“If you get out of here in less than two weeks you’ll do well,” said the doctor.
“Speak to me about that!” muttered McGlory.
“It’s all right, Joe,” said Matt. “I’ll be here every day to see you.”
“Sure you will. I couldn’t stand it if you stayed away. The old runabout got me, after all!”
“You were lucky to escape as well as you did,” spoke up the doctor. “You took a long automobile ride, after you were hurt,” he added severely, “and did a number of other things that were entirely unnecessary, and which aggravated your condition.”
“Correct, doc,” grinned McGlory; “I was aggravated a whole lot, and no mistake. Where’s the hoodoo car now, Matt?”
“Billy’s got it in the garage.”
“I wonder that Billy would have it there, considering how he feels about it.”