I know better.

I've seen those other men who were burned.

I--" "It's nothing, I tell you," he interrupted, almost roughly.

"There are dozens of men worse off than I am, and are they in bed?
Not much.

This is no time to lie down, Miss Clinton, if you've got a leg to stand on.
See that little chap over there with his head and hands covered with bandages,--and barely able to drag his feet after him?
He's an American jockey.