at the window The Duke rose up, gave himself a little shake, and said:
"I am not of any service here. I shall come back in the evening."
He went and stood for a few moments looking down upon the hot, fevered face; then, turning to me, he asked:
"What do you think?"
"Can't say! The bromide is holding him down just now. His blood is bad for that wound."
"Can I get anything?" I knew him well enough to recognize the anxiety under his indifferent manner.
"The Fort doctor ought to be got."
He nodded and went out.
"Have breakfast?" called out Moore from the door.
"I shall get some at the Fort, thanks. They won't take any hurt from me there," he said, smiling his cynical smile.
Moore opened his eyes in surprise.
"What's that for?" he asked me.
"Well, he is rather cut up, and you rather rubbed it into him, you know," I said, for I thought Moore a little hard.
"Did I say anything untrue?"
