He was embarrassed, because he had been on the point of suggesting that they call Doc Mumford.

Doc Mumford was the veterinary.
The old man withdrew.

Elihu Titus appeared dimly in the background.
"Ain't she one gosh-awful crazy hellion ?" he called softly to Wilbur, and returned to the horse, whose mechanism was understandable.
The boy was left sole physician to the ailing monster.

He drew a long breath of gloating and fell upon it.

For three days he lived in grimed, greased, and oiled ecstasy, appeasing that sharp curiosity to know what was inside of things.