CHAPTER XXIV.
THE PROLOGUE ENDS "Your sister," observed Dr.Bailey to Scott Seagrave, "must be constructed of India-rubber.

There's nothing whatever the matter with her spine or with her interior.

The slight trace of concussion is disappearing; there's no injury to the skull; nothing serious to apprehend.

Her body will probably be black and blue for a week or two; she'll doubtless prefer to remain in bed to-morrow and next day.

And that is the worst news I have to tell you." He smiled at Kathleen and Duane, who stood together, listening.
"I told you so," said Scott, intensely relieved.