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"Just as I thought. Measles! Plain old-fashioned measles." "Like my brother back on Earth." The others looked doubtful, but Doc reassured them. Chris should know; she'd worked in a swanky hospital where the patients were mostly Earth-normal. Measles was one of the diseases which was foiled by the metabolism switch. Well, at least they wouldn't have to be quarantined here.
"You understand one thing there can't any funny business go on in this valley now. The administration's mighty keen. You know that." "There ain't, Doc. She's my housekeeper. I'd ask you in all right, only she can't cook, nor nothing." "A housekeeper, and can't cook? How's that?" Sim Gage wiped off his face, finding the temperature high for him.
I am not dead." "The other boys looked at Pa with astonishment, and I said 'Well, we bought you for dead, and the coroner's jury said you were dead, and by the eternal we ain't going to be fooled out of a corpse when we buy one, are we Doc? My chum said not if he knowed his self, and the other students said, 'Of course he is dead.
There was anticlimax in Bear Cat after the guns had ceased to boom. In the reaction after the strain the tongues of men and women were loosened. Relief expressed itself in chatter. Everybody had some contributing incident to tell. Into the clatter Dud Hollister's voice cut sharply. "Some one get Doc Tuckerman, quick."
Sauntering along his nonchalant course, Madeline Taylor already half forgotten, Ted Holiday came face to face with old Doctor Hendricks, a rosy cheeked, white bearded, twinkling eyed Santa Claus sort of person who had known his father and uncle and brother and had pulled himself through various minor itises and sprains. Seeing the doctor reminded him of Madeline. "Hello, Doc.
Great is the thrill of a victory won on an opponent's field! That night after dinner, as I was sitting in my brother's room, with some of his Andover friends, there was a yell from outside, and a loud knock on the door. In walked a big fellow wearing a blue sweater. Through his open coat one could observe the big white letter "A." It proved to be none other than Doc Hillebrand.
He was not a drinking man I finished having drunkards around my show a good many years ago and the whiskey took right hold of him and pulled him through. 'Doc' kept squirting some red stuff into his arm, but it was the 'red-eye' which saved him and that reminds me." He beckoned to the waiter and each one ordered his favorite antidote for a possible snake bite.
You'll be sick yourself if you ain't careful. And anyhow, if you hang around you'll be here whenever she wants you." Early in Deborah's illness, John had offered to give up his room for the use of one of the nurses. "That's mighty thoughtful of you, Johnny," Allan had responded. "But we've got plenty of room as it is. Just you stick around. We want you here." "All right, Doc.
The Little Red Doctor grinned, looking first at Mayme and then at the dollar. "You aren't such a bad sport yourself," he admitted. "Well, we'll call this a deal. But if I see you in the Square and give you a tip about yourself now and again, that doesn't count. That's on the side. Understand?" She considered it gravely. "All right," she agreed at length. "Between pals, yes? Shake, Doc."
"Well, just as I was going to grab the kitty he played the ace of spades, produced an old document he held against me." "Yes?" "I pondered for a moment then I came to a swift conclusion took the doc from him and ate it." "You ate the document?" "Sure." Jones rubbed his stomach and laughed.
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