It was from his mother and his sister, who had just reached Boston from Bermuda, and it carried the brief though emphatic information that they were starting to Tinkletown to nurse and care for him.

Bonner was thrown into a panic.

He realised in the instant that it would be impossible for them to come to Mr.Crow's home, and he knew they could not be deceived as to his real condition.
His mother would naturally insist upon his going at once to Bonner Place, across the river, and on to Boston as soon as he was able; his clever sister would see through his motives like a flash of lightning.
Young Mr.Bonner loved them, but he was distinctly bored by the prospect of their coming.

In some haste and confusion, he sent for "Doc" Smith.
"Doctor, how soon will I be able to navigate ?" he asked anxiously.
"Right now." "You don't say so! I don't feel strong, you know." "Well, your leg's doing well and all danger is past.

Of course, you won't be as spry as usual for some time, and you can't walk without crutches, but I don't see any sense in your loafing around here on that account.