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And, as the painted crowd ahead recoiled and shrank aside, Murphy, Elerson, and I went through, smashing out the way with our heavy weapons. How we got through God only knows. I heard Murphy bellowing to Elerson: "We're out! We're out! Pull foot, Davey, or the dirty Scutts will take your hair!"
Scutts, in his tumbled bed, lay watching the rain beating softly on the window-panes. Then one morning he awoke to the darkness of a London fog. "It gets worse and worse," said Mrs. Scutts, as she returned home in the afternoon with a relish for his tea. "Can't see your 'and before your face." Mr. Scutts looked thoughtful.
Scutts, in meditative accents, "there's the club doctor and the other gentleman that knows Bill. They might come at any moment. There's got to be two Bills in bed, so that if one party comes one Bill can nip into the back room, and if the other Bill party, I mean comes, the other Bill you know what I mean!" Mr. Scutts swore himself faint. "That's 'ow it is, mate," said Mr. Flynn.
"A thousand!" exclaimed the startled Mrs. Scutts. "Have you took leave of your senses, or what?" "I read a case in the paper where a man got it," said Mr. Scutts. "He 'ad his back 'urt too, pore chap. How would you like to lay on your back all your life for a thousand pounds?" "Will you 'ave to lay abed all your life?" inquired his wife, staring. "Wait till I get the money," said Mr.
The panic-stricken Mrs. Scutts tried in vain to think. "He-he's asleep," she said, at last. "Doesn't matter," said the doctor. "Not a bit," said his companion. "You you can't see him," protested Mrs. Scutts. "He ain't to be seen." "He'd be sorry to miss me," said the doctor, eyeing her keenly as she stood on guard by the inner door. "I suppose he's at home?" "Of course," said Mrs.
Scutts took his friend by the hand, and after warmly urging him not to forget the expert instructions he had received concerning his back, slipped into the back room, and, a prey to forebodings, awaited the result. "Well, he looks better," said the doctor, regarding Mr. Flynn. "Much better," said his companion. Mrs. Scutts shook her head.
"Good afternoon," said the invalid. The visitor, justly concerned at his lack of intelligence, took a seat on the edge of the bed and spoke to him as a friend and a brother, but in vain. Mr. Scutts reminded him at last that it was medicine-time, after which, pain and weakness permitting, he was going to try to get a little sleep.
He ate his tea in silence, and after he had finished lit his pipe and sat up in bed smoking. "Penny for your thoughts," said his wife. "I'm going out," said Mr. Scutts, in a voice that defied opposition. "I'm going to 'ave a walk, and when I'm far enough away I'm going to 'ave one or two drinks. I believe this fog is sent a-purpose to save my life." Mrs.
"We won't disturb him," said the doctor, and, followed by his companion, noiselessly ascended the stairs and peeped into the room. Mr. Flynn was fast asleep, and not a muscle moved as the two men approached the bed on tip-toe and stood looking at him. The doctor turned after a minute and led the way out of the room. "We'll call again," he said, softly. "Yes, sir," said Mrs. Scutts. "When?"
A bottle of castor-oil and an empty pill-box on the table by the bedside added a little local colour to the scene. "Any pain?" inquired the doctor, after an examination in which bony and very cold fingers had played a prominent part. "Not much pain," said Mr. Scutts. "Don't seem to have no strength in my back." "Ah!" said the doctor. "I tried to get up this morning to go to my work," said Mr.
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