Richard Harding Davis,
The White Mice — Chapter 6
(1909)
“ When the sun rose dripping out of the harbor, Vicenti and Peter walked into the garden.“I can leave him now,” said the doctor. He looked at Peter’s white face and the black rings around his eyes, and laughed. “When he wakes,” he said, “he will be in much better health than you or I.”“He certainly gave us a jolly night,” sighed Peter, “and I shall never thank you enough for staying by me and Pedro. When a man I’ve roomed with for two years can’t make up his mind whether I am I or a shark, it gets on my nerves.” ”
