Julian raised himself slightly from his recumbent position at the sound of the opening of the door.

He watched Fenn with dull, incurious eyes as the latter crossed the uncarpeted floor of the bare wooden shed, threw off his overcoat, and advanced towards the side of the couch.
"Sit up a little," the newcomer directed.
Julian shook his head.
"No strength," he muttered.

"If I had, I should wring your damned neck!" Fenn looked down at him for a moment in silence.
"You take this thing very hardly, Mr.Orden," he said.

"I think that you had better give up this obstinacy.

Your friends are getting anxious about you.