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He does not seem to have anything the matter with him, yet he acts like a very sick boy." "Seems to enjoy poor health?" asked Zaidos, smiling. "Well, I myself can't really blame him. You don't know how very wet we felt! I feel as though I could lie here a week and enjoy these dry sheets." "You will be very likely to do so whether you enjoy it or not," said the nurse. "Legs do not mend in a day.
I'm done; and I don't care in the least, so you need not trouble your conscience about me." Hurt to death as he was, the officer smiled; and Zaidos was all at once filled with the conviction that he was someone whom he had met. But where? "That's nonsense!" said Zaidos. "We will fix you up if you will make up your mind to hang on to yourself."
They moved here and there, clear stars in the dark sky of history. One of them stopped to bandage a head where a clean line of blood showed a deep furrow in the side. When the wound was bandaged, the surgeon administered a dose of medicine, and in a moment Zaidos opened his eyes, and looked curiously up at the doctor. "You are all right," said the doctor. "Nothing but a scratch on the head.
"That's about it," said Zaidos, nodding. "I must go back at once. The doctor's car will take me close to the barracks. I must get there before dawn." He went to the window and looked out. "I have no time to waste!" he cried. "But look here, if you are caught, it means desertion," said Velo. "Yes!" "In war-time that means death," said Velo. "Yes, but I am not going to be caught," answered Zaidos.
As he found the chain, a large locket was released from the man's blouse and, swinging against his buttons, sprung open. Unconsciously Zaidos looked at it. "Send that with the rest," said the officer. He closed his eyes. "Here, you!" cried Zaidos. "Quit that! Don't you dare go and die! Do you hear me? Don't you do it! Do you hear? I want to talk! I don't need to send this anywhere.
Velo for once felt small, but he jotted young John Smith down on his black list for further reference! As for the others, he could not get over the fact of their noble birth. He stood staring at the group. Zaidos was as usual in the center of things, having the best sort of a time. That was Zaidos' luck, thought Velo.
He, poor man, would feel that his natural wish to behold his only son once more had placed the boy in a position of the gravest danger; indeed, in the path of almost certain death. What the effect of this knowledge would be on his health, Zaidos trembled to consider. But he was powerless to avoid the shock to his father, and once more shrugging his shoulders he stepped into line.
None too soon, for Velo entered the room and with a gesture dismissed the old servant. "Now, Zaidos," he said abruptly, "we will talk. You are crazy to carry such valuables around with you. After we have had breakfast, we will decide where to keep those papers. I am the next in line, as you know, and it is only just that I should know where they are in case you should get in trouble."
Zaidos, escaping from Velo's watchful eye, felt like a glad little, bad little boy who has run away from school and who refuses to think of supper time, when he must go home and find that father has the note teacher has sent home by some other little boy. He went here and there, his sunny smile and ready kindliness making friends everywhere.
And that was going a long, long way for Zaidos! He had news for Helen. A letter from the old doctor, with pages of thanks and plans for the use of the money. Of course Helen had to hear it all, and afternoons they would all sit on the terrace together, and talk of the future and make pleasant plans.
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