"Now, Florry, get a wrap for him." Christy stretched himself out on the sofa, for he was really fatigued by the movements of the forenoon and the excitement of his return to the scenes of his childhood.
"Tell them what the doctors said about my wound, Charley," he continued, as he arranged himself for the enjoyment of a period of silence.
"Mr.Passford has had two surgeons," Mr.Graines began.
"Then he must have been very badly wounded!" ejaculated Florry, leaping to a very hasty conclusion.
"Not at all," protested the engineer.

"Both of them said he was not severely wounded." "Why was he sent home on a furlough ?" asked Mrs.Passford.
"Because the weather was getting very hot in the Gulf of Mexico, and it was believed that he would do better at home.

He has been somewhat feverish; but he is improving every day, and in a couple of weeks he will be as well as ever." "Thank God, it is no worse!" exclaimed Mrs.Passford.
Then she insisted that he should be quiet, and they all retired to the library..