Johnny's bandaged head was leaning against the back of his big chair, and his eyes were closed.

His face looked whiter than it had a few minutes ago.

Mary V was scared.

She should have known better than to talk of those things.
"Shall--would you like a drink, or--or something ?" she asked in a small, contrite voice.
Johnny opened his eyes and looked at her.
"No, I don't want a drink; I just want somebody to give me another knock on the head that will finish me." And before Mary V could think of anything soothing to say, Johnny spoke again.

"I think I'll go back and lie down awhile.