CHAPTER TWENTY.
THE DOCTOR'S DICTUM.
Dick leaped up and came to the window as soon as he heard the beating of the horse's hoofs; and to his great joy, as the mounted man turned the corner he saw that it was the doctor, whom he ran down to meet.
"Hah, my lad! here is a bad business!" exclaimed the doctor as he dismounted.

"Well, come, they cannot say this was your doing.

You wouldn't shoot your own father, eh ?" "Oh, pray, come up, sir, and don't talk," cried Dick excitedly.

"Poor father is dying!" "Oh, no," said the doctor; "we must not let him die." "But be quick, sir! You are so long!" cried Dick.
"Don't be impatient, my lad," said the doctor smiling.

"We folks have to be calm and quiet in all we do.