Then, mercifully, consciousness was blotted out.
CHAPTER NINE
VIRGINIA EXPLAINS
When Ross returned to consciousness it was to a blurred, feverish, pain-wracked world.
He did not know where he was or what had happened. He only knew that his head was bandaged and splitting with pain; that his shoulder was stiff and sore, incapable of being moved even the fraction of an inch, and that it pained with a dull, throbbing hurt; that his eyes burned and blurred; and that his entire body burned with ten thousand fires.
Of one thing more was Ross conscious. That was the girl. When she saw that Ross had temporarily come out of the fog she hurried to his side and answered the unasked question on his lips by holding a cup of cold water to them. She seemed to have been waiting for ages to do just that.
Ross drank gratefully, but when he would have questioned her she laid her finger across his lips and said;
“Sh-h-h-ush! Not now. We’ll talk when you feel better. Just now you need sleep more than anything else.”
And Stanley Ross obeyed. In an instant he was asleep, a wild, feverish sleep that brought no rest.
There followed days of half consciousness, half nightmare; days when Ross neither knew nor cared what happened, when wild delirium alternated with painful reality.
He was far too ill to make any inquiries about anything that had happened. In fact, he was only conscious of the fact that whenever the fog lifted the girl always seemed to be present—a ministering angel who brought cooling draughts, and soothing applications for his head and shoulders.