He evidently did not know where he was or how he got there.

But he lay quietly and asked no questions except with his eyes.
When the doctor came he asked, "Has he spoken yet ?" "Not yet;" and he nodded.
"How long must he stop here, Monsieur le Docteur ?" "It depends," he said, looking at me thoughtfully.

"Another week at all events.

You want to take him home ?" "He is better at home." "I must keep him for a week at all events." So that day I took over some provisionings for Krok, and found him well advanced with his building.

He had got the walls of a small cabin about half-way up, and had collected drift timber enough to roof it and to spare.
I told him how things stood, put in a few hours' work with him on the house, and got back to Rozel.
"Has he spoken ?" was the doctor's first question next day.
"Not a word." "Ah!" with a weighty nod, and he lifted Torode's left hand, and when he let it go it fell limply.
And again, each day, his first question was, "Has he spoken ?" And my reply was always the same.