The afternoon was her own; but from eight until midnight she sat beside the patient.

At no time did she feel bodily or mental fatigue.

Frequently she would doze in her chair; but the slightest movement on the bed aroused her.
At luncheon, on the third day, a thick-set man with a blue jaw smiled across his table at her.

She recognized him as the man who had blundered into the wrong room.
"How is the patient ?" he asked.
"He will live," answered Ruth.
"That's fine," said O'Higgins.

"I suppose he'll be on his feet any day now." "No.