"So damnably sure," he panted.
"We're never sure, my dear old boy," said Allan very tenderly.

Again he was bending close over the bed.

"We're not sure yet--by any means.

You're so strong, old chap, so amazingly strong.

You've given me hope--" "What are you sticking into my arm ?" But Allan kept talking steadily on: "You've given me hope you'll pull through still.