Just then the doctor looked as though he might rather enjoy the opportunity of throwing young Hinman out into the open air.

The peddler's son walked outside of the tent with an air of offended dignity.
"Now, will four of you young men take hold of that cot, gently, and carry it out to my car ?" asked Dr.Hewitt.
Dick, Dave, Tom and Greg served as the litter bearers.

Then, under Dr.Hewitt's instructions, they lifted the old man into the tonneau of the car as though he had been an infant.

The boss tramp had already taken his place in the tonneau of the machine.
After blankets brought by the physician had been wrapped about the peddler the tramp contrived to rest the old man against his own broad shoulder.
"Good-bye, father," said the younger Hinman, who had looked on with a frown on his face.

"I hope you'll be all right soon." Reuben Hinman tried to smile.