said the doctor.Helen was shocked. “Skinny?” she repeated.The doctor grinned. “Can you drive the jeep?” he asked her. “You’d better get him settled in at the hotel before he comes round. That leg’ll pain him for a day or two yet.”“Skinny!” Helen said again.“So he is!” the doctor said again. “Now, look at any Polynesian and you’ll see what a man ought, to look like. When he sits on the ground, he should rise up from it like a mountain with his head at the peak. He’s skinny!” He said it with wry affection, carefully easing Gregory’s unconscious form into the back of the jeep.Certainly the doctor filled out his own prescription, Helen thought. He was a mountain of a man all right! Has thighs were enormous and his whole body was thick and soft. Only his face held a touch of austerity, his black eyes flickering intelligently behind yet more rolls of fat.“I wish the road were better,” Helen sighed.The doctor nodded. “I’ll sit in the back and hold him,”
