"Red, good-bye this time.

I hope you'll be better soon." "I'm--sorry, Lane," came in muffled tones from Payson.
"Cut that out, boy.

You've nothing to be sorry for.

Forget it and cheer up." Blair hobbled downstairs after Lane.

"Don't go just yet, Dare." They found seats in the parlor that appeared to be the same shabby genteel place where Lane had used to call upon Blair's sister.
"What ails Red ?" queried Lane, bluntly.
"Lord only knows.