Gurney sat winding a strip of white cotton, his black bag open upon a chair near by; and Sheridan was striding up and down, his hand so heavily wrapped in fresh bandages that he seemed to be wearing a small boxing-glove.

His eyes were bloodshot; his forehead was heavily bedewed; one side of his collar had broken loose, and there were blood-stains upon his right cuff.
"THERE'S our little sunshine!" he cried, as Bibbs appeared.

"THERE'S the hope o' the family--my lifelong pride and joy! I want--" "Keep you hand in that sling," said Gurney, sharply.
Sheridan turned upon him, uttering a sound like a howl.

"For God's sake, sing another tune!" he cried.

"You said you 'came as a doctor but stay as a friend,' and in that capacity you undertake to sit up and criticize ME--" "Oh, talk sense," said the doctor, and yawned intentionally.