Thoroughbreds

I’m afraid one of the splintered ribs is tickling his lung, he added, but the fellow has got such a good nerve that I hardly discovered this unpleasant fact. He’ll be all right, however; he’s young, and healthy as a peach. Good nursing is the idea, and he’ll get that here, of course. He doesn’t want much medicine; that we keep for our enemies, – ha! ha! and he laughed cheerily, as if it were all a joke on the battered man