She looked round, and then straightened up in surprise.
"Why, Phil?
What are you doing here?
One moment"-- and I saw that she was tying a bandage round the arm of the man in the bunk.

His eyes caught the light from the windows and gleamed savagely at me under his rumpled black hair.

A similar face looked out from an adjoining bunk.

When she had finished she came quickly across to me.
"Measles again ?" I said, remembering my former visit.
"Yes, measles," she said, with the colour in her face and questions in her eyes.
"I came to see your father, and if I was in luck, yourself also, Carette." "He is sleeping," she said, with a glance towards a side room.

"He was anxious about these two, and he would take the night watch.