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Wearily he let Tom lead him to his room, and after seeing that the invalid was comfortable Tom called up Dr. Gladby, to have him come and see Mr. Swift. The doctor said his patient had been overdoing himself a little, and must rest more if he was to completely recover. Learning that his father was no worse, Tom set off to find Andy Foger.
But I need hardly tell you, Tom, that he is a noted specialist, and his services are in great demand. He is hard to get." "I'll pay him any sum he asks!" burst out the youth. "I'll spend all my fortune and I have made considerable money of late I'll spend every cent to get my father well! Money need not stand in the way, Dr. Gladby." "I knew that, Tom. Still Dr.
"Because the railroad bridge has collapsed, and there is no way to come. He can't make any other connections to get here in time in time to do your father any good, Tom. He has just sent me a telegram to that effect. Dr. Hendrix can't get here, and..." Dr. Gladby paused. "Do you mean that my father may die if the operation is not performed?" asked Tom, in a low voice. "Yes," was the answer.
"I don't want to enter the race unless I know he is going to live," went on Tom, as Dr. Gladby followed him out of the room. "No one can say for a certainty that he will recover," spoke the physician. "You will have to hope for the best, that is all, Tom. If I were you I'd go in the race.
Jackson, "starting at the top that way. I wonder what caused it?" "We'll investigate in the morning," decided Tom. "Now, dad, you must get back to your room." He turned to help his father in, but at that moment Mr. Swift, who was trying to say something, fell over in a dead faint. "Quick! Help me carry him into the house!" cried Tom. "Then telephone for Dr. Gladby, Mr. Jackson."
He made a perfect landing in the yard before the shed, leaped from his seat, and called: "Come, Dr. Hendrix!" The surgeon followed him. Dr. Gladby and Dr. Kurtz came to the door of the house. On their faces were grave looks. They greeted the celebrated surgeon eagerly. "Well?" he asked quickly, and they knew what he meant. "You are only just in time," said Dr.
It was a few hours after the discovery of the empty bomb that Tom saw Dr. Gladby coming along. The physician was urging his horse to top speed. Tom felt a vague fear in his heart. "I've got a message from Dr. Hendrix, Tom," he said, as he stopped his carriage, and approached the lad. "When can he come?" asked the young inventor, eagerly. "He can't get here, Tom." "Can't get here! Why not?"
Gladby did not answer his 'phone, he could not be at home, and this, he learned later, was the case, the physician being in a distant town on a consultation. "My, this Butterfly seems big and clumsy beside my Humming-Bird," mused Tom as he slid along through the air, now flying high and now low, merely for practice. "This machine can go, but wait until I have my new one in the air!
He never could do it by driving or by coming on some other road, or in an auto. He can't make the proper connections. There is no way." "Yes, there is!" cried Tom, suddenly. "I know a way!" "How?" asked Dr. Gladby, thrilled by Tom's ringing tones. "How can you do it, Tom?" "I'll go for Dr. Hendrix in my Humming-Bird." "Going for him would do no good. He must be brought here."
Gladby and Dr. Kurtz depend a great deal on Dr. Hendrix," he said. "Yes, he certainly is a wonderful man. I have heard a great deal about him. I have no doubt but what he will cure your father. But about the fire? How did it start?" "I don't know, but now that I have a few hours to spare before the doctor can get here, I'm going to make an examination." "Bless my penwiper, but I'll help you."
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