But Junior is cured done enough to suit you; he won't ever want to
leave you again, you can bank on that--and he ain't hurt permanent; but if
you have got anything in your system that sounds even a little bit like 'I
told you so,' forget it on the way in, and leave instructions with the
family to do the same. See? Junior is awful sore! He don't need anything
rubbed in in the way of reminiscences. He's ready to do the talking. See?"
"Yes. You're sure he ain't really hurt?"
"Sure!" said Mickey. "Three days will fix him, but Peter, it's been mighty
rough! Go easy, will you?"
"Mickey have you got money----"
"All we need, just you get here with the car, and put in a comfort and
pillow. All my stuff is gone!"
Peter Senior arrived in a surprisingly short time, knelt on the floor and
looked closely at his sleeping boy.
"Naked and beaten to insensibility, you say?"
Mickey nodded.
"Nothing to eat for nearly two days?"
Another affirmation. Peter arose, pushed back his hat and wiped the sweat
from his brow.
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