Now, take in as deep breaths as you can." Dave, in the meantime, was standing near fan attending to driving the fumes from his friend's coat.
A few minutes later Dr.Stewart gave Dalzell a third draught.
Dan was now recovering steadily from his mental numbness.
"You can take your friend away safely, now," declared Dr.Stewart, at last.

"He can thank a strong constitution for recovering so quickly under treatment." "Shall I take him near the gate in a cab, or walk him there ?" asked Darrin.
"It will bring about his recovery more completely if he walks." "Pardon me for a moment, then, and I'll go outside and release the driver." Then, returning, Darrin added: "Doctor, if you'll hand me your bill, Mr.Dalzell will see that his father remits to you." Dr.Stewart nodded, wrote the bill, and passed it over.

It was not by any means the first time that the physician had done business on that basis.
"A fairly brisk walk, gentlemen, will be best," said the doctor, at the street door.

"Good evening--and good luck." "Another Naval mystery, I suppose," smiled the physician, as he turned back to his office.

"But I shall never hear from it again, except when the remittance arrives from the young man's father." Arriving at the Maryland Avenue gate of the Academy grounds Dave turned in report for both of them.