Now, Mr.Philip Steele, here's a little work for you!" MacGregor himself had never stirred Philip Steele's blood as did the doctor's unexpected wards, but the two men watching him saw nothing unusual in their effect.

He set down his ice and coolly took off his coat, then advanced to the side of the wounded man.
"I'm glad you're better," he said, looking down into the other's strong, pale face.

"It was a pretty close shave.

Guess you were a little out of your head, weren't you ?" For an instant the man's eyes shifted past Philip to where the doctor was standing.
"Yes--I must have been.

He says I was calling for Pierre, and Pierre was dead.