Then followed his legs--and the glorious knowledge that they still were intact.

His one free hand reached for his head and felt it.

It was there, plus a few bandages, which however, from their size, gave Barry little concern.

The inventory completed, he turned his head at the sound of a voice--hers--calling from the doorway to some one without.
"He's getting along fine, Ba'tiste." Barry liked the tone and the enthusiastic manner of speaking.

"His fever's gone down.