"I say, Duncan, let's see some of these boys. We can perhaps cheer them
up a bit. They need it badly enough, God knows."
"All right," muttered Cameron, sitting down upon a bench in the shadow.
They waited there till Dr. Gregg came along.
"Hello, Dunbar, you are looking seedy. Feeling rotten, eh?" said the
doctor, eying him critically for a few moments.
"Oh, I'm all right," said Barry. "The truth is, I've just been in there
with young Cameron. Rather a ghastly sight. Cameron's badly knocked up.
Can you do anything for him?"
"Sure thing," said the doctor cheerfully. "Stay right there where you
are. I'll bring you something in a moment or two. Now sit right there,
do you hear? Don't move."
In a few moments he returned, bringing hot coffee for them both.
"There," he said in a cheerful matter-of-fact voice, "drink that."
Barry gulped it down, Cameron taking his more slowly, and with evident
distaste. The doctor continued to converse with them in tones of
cheerful and, as Barry thought, of almost careless indifference.
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