"Seems like I've heard your name before," he murmured. "I dunno where. Were
you ever around Alder, Barry?"
"No." His manner suggested that the topic might as well be closed. He
reached over and dropped his hand lightly on the forehead of Vic. A
tingling current flowed from it into the brain of the wounded man. "Your
blood's still a bit hot," he added. "Lie quiet and don't even think. You're
safe here. They ain't a thing goin' to get at you. Not a thing. You'll stay
till you get ready to leave. S'long. I'll see that you get something to
eat."
He went out with that unusual, padding step which Vic had noticed before
and closed the door softly behind him. In spite of that barrier Gregg could
hear the noises from the next room quite clearly, as some one brought in
wood and dropped it on a stone hearth, rattling. He fell into a pleasant
doze, just stretching his body now and then to enjoy the coolness of the
sheets, the delicious sense of being cared for and the returning strength in
his muscles. Through that haze he heard voices, presently, which called him
back to wakefulness.
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