it pain you, sir?"

"Oh, not a great deal," answered Lorry, closing his eyes
comfortably. It was all very pleasant, he thought.

"Should it not have stitches, Uncle Caspar?" asked the sweet,
eager voice.

"I think not. The flow is staunched. If the gentleman will
allow Hedrick to trim the hair away for a plaster and then
bandage it I think the wound will give him no trouble." The old
man spoke slowly and in very good English.

"Really, Uncle, is it not serious?"

"No, no," interposed Grenfall Lorry. "I knew it was a trifle.
You cannot break an American's head. Let me go to my own section
and I'll be ready to present myself, as good as new, in ten
minutes."

"You must let Hedrick bandage your head," she insisted. "Go with
him, Hedrick."

Grenfall arose and started toward his section, followed by
Hedrick.

"I trust you were not hurt during that reckless ride," he said,
more as a question, stopping in the aisle to look back at her.

"I should have been a mass of bruises, gashes and lumps had it