He sat by him and watched anxiously, but the slaver did not come back to the world for a full two hours.
"Aye, Peter, you're there," he said.

"As I've told you several times, you're a good lad." "Can I make you some more of the beef broth ?" asked Robert.
"I can take a little I think, though I've no appetite at all." "And I'd like to dress your wound again." "If it's any relief to you, Peter, to do so, go ahead, though I think 'tis of little use." "It will help a great deal.

You'll be well again in a week or two.

It isn't so bad here.

With a good house and food it's just the place for a wounded man." "Plenty of quiet, eh Peter?
No people to disturb me in my period of convalescence." "Well, that's a help." Robert dressed the wound afresh, but he noticed during his ministrations that the slaver's weakness had increased, and his heart sank.