Richard's story, as well as Pep's, was soon told, and then Doc Linyard
and his wife prepared to accompany the two back to Frying Pan Court.
"I'm glad I've got a little money saved," said the old sailor to
Richard, as they hurried across town. "Poor Tom shan't want for anything
while there's a shot left in the locker. It's funny he wouldn't let
us know his condition."
"He was allers sensitive," put in Mrs. Linyard, "and I suppose coming
down made him more so."
It was not long before the little party reached the dingy garret room
where the sufferer lay. Frank received them with a warning for silence.
He said he had had quite a turn with the sick man, but now Mr. Clover
had dropped back exhausted and was dozing.
Mrs. Linyard wept bitterly as she knelt beside the form of her sick
brother. Yet she was thankful that he had been found, and her gratitude
to Richard was outspoken and genuine.
It was decided that the sick man should be at once removed to one of
the private wards of a neighboring hospital, where Mrs. Linyard might
see him daily; and then have him taken to her own home as soon as it
was deemed safe to do so.
Frank, who was somewhat acquainted with the methods of procedure,
accompanied the old sailor to the institution and helped him to make
the necessary arrangements.
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