He was a shrewd little fellow, named Anderson, generally popular and, though a personal friend of the President's, not openly identified with either political party.
"I have a request to make to you, sir," he said to McGregor, "about Mr.Carr." "Well, is he dead ?" said the colonel.

"If he is, he's got only himself to thank for it." The doctor wisely declined to discuss this question, and confined himself to stating that Johnny was not dead.

On the contrary, he was going on nicely.
"But," he went on, "quiet is essential, and I want to take him to my house, out of the racket.

No doubt it is pretty quiet here now, but--" The colonel interrupted: "Will he give his _parole_ not to escape ?" "My dear sir," said the doctor, "the man couldn't move to save his life--and he's asleep now." "You must wake him up to move him, I suppose," said the colonel.
"But you may take him.

Let me know when he's well enough to see me.
Meanwhile I hold you responsible for his good behavior." "Certainly," said the doctor.