"Thank you for coming."
That was what we all felt, but none of us had put it so simply before.
"What's this?" the man said, as he was gathering up the rest of the bandages.
It was the Simpson-thing, and it did look very funny by daylight, I must say,—just a wob of blue flannel tied with a string. I was going to explain, but Jerry said, with his mouth full:
"Oh, just something we had," and stuffed it away in the kit-bag. He was quite red. Boys are funny sometimes.
"Now," said our man, "comes the embarkation, and I'm afraid I'll have to hurt you a little, Greg."
He picked Greg up in one swinging swoop, and I wished that Jerry and I had been strong enough to do that last night. Greg had only time for one gasp before he was quite comfortable against our man's shoulder. But he was brave, be-