“What?”
“A skunk! Look over there! In that next bed.”
With strength borne of rage, Hamilton half sat up and pointed a gaunt finger at the bandaged figure in the next bed.
“What’s that damn nigger doing here?”
Miss Meadows’ lips smiled, but there was an angry flash in her brown eyes.
“The negro ward was filled and—”
“Why didn’t you put him in the hall, in the basement, anywhere?”
The lips still smiled.
“And we thought you wouldn’t mind if we put him next to you because—”
Hamilton was silent with rage.