Then he tore out the leaf and handed it to the Captain.
"Send that telegram immediately to my assistant in Boston," he said.
"It directs him to send the antitoxin by the early train.

If nothing interferes it should be here in time." Captain Hiram took the slip of paper and ran out at the door bareheaded.
Dr.Morgan stood in the middle of the floor absent-mindedly looking at his watch.

Sophronia was gazing at him appealingly.

At length he put his watch in his pocket and said quietly: "Mrs.Baker, I must ask you to give me a room.

I will take the case." Then he added mentally: "And that settles my vacation." Dr.Morgan's assistant was a young man whom nature had supplied with a prematurely bald head, a flourishing beard, and a way of appearing ten years older than he really was.