Hugh knew him, offering his pulse and putting out his tongue of his own accord.

The doctor counted the rapid pulse, numbering even then 130 per minute, noted the rolling eyeballs and the dilation of the pupils, felt the fierce throbbing of the swollen veins upon the temple, and then gravely shook his head.

Half conscious, half delirious, Hugh watched him nervously, until the great fear at his heart found utterance in words.
"Must I die ?" "We hope not.

We'll do what we can to save you.

Don't think of dying, my boy," was the physician's reply, as he turned to Aunt Eunice, and gave out the medicine, which must be most carefully administered.
Too much agitated to know just what he said, Aunt Eunice listened, as one who heard not, noticing which, the doctor said: "You are not the right one to take these directions.