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As they came to the first street on the right, however, a solitary car met their eager eyes. Polly looked her delight, as the swept round the corner and along the hard, clear stretch. The flicker of a smile was on the Colonel's rugged face. "Doc-tor! Doctor Dud-ley!" called Polly. The physician turned his head. "Oh, don't stop!" she entreated, for he was slowing up, as they came alongside.

Carey went up at once, and found that Jackum was just squeezing himself edgewise beneath the hinged opening of the saloon skylight. He grinned with satisfaction. "Find doc-tor," he said, fumbling in his girdle. "Big Dan shoot shoot." "Not killed mumkull?" whispered Carey, in a voice full of the anguish he felt. "No, no, no. Baal mumkull. Big Dan shoot. Doctor broke."

"You had better go ashore and join your men." "Jackum men? Jackum boys." "Yes, go and join them." "Jackum 'top 'long o' Car-ee boy." "No, it is not safe. You must go. Big Dan is going to shoot powder and kill." "Big Dan shoot big gun; mumkull eberybody?" "Yes; be off while you can." "Car-ee boy come too?" "No, I am going to stay here with the doctor." "Jackum 'top 'long doc-tor too."

Jackum turned to his companion and asked him, but it was evident that the man knew nothing, and Jackum stood for a moment or two thinking. "Doc-tor," he said at last, making a significant gesture downward. "Sleep um," and he shut his eyes and laid his face upon his hand. "No," said Carey. "Jackum go see."

"Doc-tor like?" questioned the woman, with an anxious look. "Yes," he replied, smiling. "I like them very much." "Like very much," said the woman. "Dula glad." And then, soothing her child tenderly, she whispered a few words to it in her native language. "Oh, come," said the Doctor, "I do understand that. Your mother's quite right: I sha'n't eat you."

"Then fail her and let the other women win. It's too late to repent, anyhow, for here's where we turn off." The Imp itself seemed to be running away, so swiftly and silently it covered the new road leading off into the hills. Presently it was climbing them. "I want to get where no call-boy monotonously repeating 'Doc-tor Bur-rns, Doc-tor Bur-rns', can get hold of me," the Imp's driver explained.

"Car-ee come 'long too." "No," said Carey; "I'll stop here." "Car-ee come. Doc-tor farss 'sleep. Big Dan brokum. Sit alonga long time. Baal fetch um too much drinking grog. Old man no good." "Go along with Bob." "Go alonga Cookie now?" "Yes, and he'll give you plenty." "Plenty eat. Jackum come back soon."

"Doc-tor Ferguson's, selly-brated, double X, Philadelphia cough-drops, for coughs and colds, sore throat or hoarseness; five cents a package." Innumerable signs invited him to "meals at 15 and 25 cts." "Rolls and French drip coffee, 10 cts." "Oysters in every style," etc.

"Doc-tor go mumkull," whispered Jackum, but Carey made an angry gesture and, fetching water from the table, he moistened the wounded man's lips, and in a short time had the satisfaction of seeing him revive a little and in a faint whisper ask for a drink. Carey raised his head a little, and half a glassful was swallowed with avidity.

Forster went forward, with a mixture of gracious dignity and softness, and was beginning, "Doc-tor L ." Here the turbulent boys round him interrupted. "Now see here," said the irate Bursar, "it's no use all of ye's talking together. Sir, I can't attend to you now." Again Forster began with a gracious bow.