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You want see me walkin’, Doc?

Perhaps, I do. Let’s see. [He feels the injured legs.] Tibia Fibula  Feels all right.

[With a proud, anatomical gesture]: Ischium?

[He rises and nods approvingly.] All right, Tony, show us what you can do. No jumping, mind! Lend him a hand, Joe.

[He stands aside to watch. assists. Grunting, stands on his crutches and grins proudly.]

Ees hurtin’ here. [Indicating arm pits.] But ees goin’ fine! [A few tottering steps.]

Steady! Whoa! [Laughter as barely makes a chair.] You ought to be put on exhibition. If anyone had told me that day when I had you on the table that I should see you on crutches in three months!