“We're going to get another car, son, this one's no good for such a trip. We'll fix it so you can lie down and save your strength for when you get there. No,—son—I don't mean the ambulance,” as he saw the alarm in Billy's face, “just a nice big car. That's all right, here she comes!”
The big touring car came round from the back almost immediately, and the back seat was heaped with pillows and blankets and Billy tenderly placed among them where he was glad enough to lie down—and close his eyes. It had been rather strenuous. The nurse went back for his shoes, bringing a bottle of milk and his medicine. The Doctor got in the front seat and started.
“Now, son,” he said, “You rest. You'll need every bit of strength when you get there if we're going to carry this thing through. You just leave
