But then, just when you were at your worst I had the best of outside help in pulling you through." "You mean you got help after you had pulled me out of all danger," Hazelton retorted.

"And now you've pulled our stranger through.
Or the next thing to it.

His fever is gone, and he's mending." "Nothing much ailed him, I reckon, but intense anxiety and too little food.

Our man is resting, now, and getting strong." "But he's a mystery to me," Harry continued.
"How so ?" "I can't make anything out of him." "That's right." "Do you figure out anything concerning him ?" Hazelton inquired.
"I don't want to.

It isn't any of my business.