But maybe you'd better give me a note to the doctor.

He might not pay much attention to a sick call from a fellow who looks as tough as I do." "If I let you go, can I depend upon you to keep right on going straight and fast, until you deliver a note to a doctor ?" asked Prescott, eyeing the boss tramp keenly.
"Yes!" answered the tramp, returning the glance with one so straightforward that Dick felt he could really trust the man.
"And if the first doctor won't or can't come, I'll keep on going until I find one who will take the call." "Good for you!" cried Tom Reade heartily.

"And if it weren't for fear of startling you, I'd say that the next thing you'll be doing will be to find and accept a job, and work again like a useful man!" "That would be startling," grinned the fellow, half sullenly.
Dick wrote the note.

Away went his ill-favored looking messenger.
Dick turned to administer more nitre to the peddler.
"Do you expect to move on at all to-day ?" Dave asked of Dick.
"It wouldn't be really wise, would it ?" Dick counter-queried.
"Our tent and shelter flap are pretty wet to take down and fold away in a wagon.

We'd find it wet going, too.