"Been writing about me, has he?"
Mrs. Corbett smiled. She had something up her sleeve. "First writing, then wiring."
"He's a kind of second dad to me. Expect the old rooster got anxious."
"Looks that way. Anyhow, he reached here last night."
Gordon got up on an elbow in his excitement. "Here? Here now? Old Steve?"
She nodded her head and looked over her shoulder toward the dining-room. "In there eating his breakfast. He'll be through pretty soon. You see, he doesn't know you're awake."
Presently Davis came into the room. He walked to the bed and took both of his friend's hands in his. Tears were shining in his eyes.
"You darned old son-of-a-gun, what do you mean by scaring us like this? I've lost two years' growth on account of your foolishness, boy."
"Did Mrs. Corbett send for you?"
"No, I sent for myself soon as I found out how sick you was. Now hustle up and get well."