. . ."
Then he broke off and again his eyes, like Norton's, asked their
question. This time she answered it, speaking slowly and thoughtfully.
"Mr. Brocky Lane, I congratulate you on three things, your physique
first, your luck second, and third, your nerve. They are a combination
that is hard to beat. I am very much inclined to the belief that in a
month or so you'll be about as good as new."
Norton expelled a deep breath of relief; he realized suddenly that
whatever this gray-eyed, strong-handed girl had said would have had his
fullest credence. Brocky's grin grew a shade less strained.
"When you add to that combination," he muttered, "a sure-enough angel
come to doctor a man. . . ."
"Growing delirious again," laughed Virginia. "Give him a little
brandy, Mr. Norton. Then a smoke if he's dying for one. Then we'll
try to get a little sleep, all of us. You see, I had virtually no
sleep on the train last night and to-day has been a big day for me. If
I'm going to do your friend any good I've got to get three winks. And,
unless you're made out of reinforced sheet-iron, it's the same for you.
You can lie down close to Mr. Lane so that he can wake you easily if he
needs us. Now," and she rose, still smiling, but suddenly looking
unutterably weary, "where is the guest-chamber?"
She did not tell them that not only last night, but the night before
she had sat up in a day coach, saving every cent she could out of the
few dollars which were to give her and her brother a new start in the
world; there were many things which Virginia Page knew how to keep to
herself.
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