"I reckon it's all the same to Mr.Barrett." "He will die, will he, Gay ?" Meredith asked, turning to the surgeon.
"Oh, not necessarily," the young man replied, yawning slightly behind his hand, and too long accustomed to straightforward questions to be shocked at an evident wish for a direct reply.

"His chances are better, because they'll hang him if he gets well.

They took the ball and a good deal of shot out of his side, and there's a lot more for afterwhile, if he lasts.

He's been off the table an hour, and he's still going." "That's in his favor, isn't it ?" said Meredith.

"And extraordinary, too ?" If young Dr.Gay perceived a slur in these interrogations he betrayed no exterior appreciation of it.
"Shot!" exclaimed Homer.