"That won't give me much trouble," replied Dr. Slasher, who proceeded to fill a glass with a nauseous-looking fluid.
When the dose was ready he called to Tommy to come and drink it.
"Not much," said Tommy.
"I order you to take it, and if you don't, I'll make you."
"You've got to spell able," was Tommy's reply, as he moved toward the door.
The doctor tried to intercept him, but as the boy had reckoned, he stuck his wooden leg into one of the holes, and was held fast.
Putting his finger to his nose, in token of derision, Tommy ran below and securely fastened the large stone to the end of the wooden leg.
"Now I've got him hard and fast," said Tommy to himself.
In vain the doctor tried to extricate himself; he was, as it were, rooted to the spot.
Returning to the room, Tommy seized the glass containing the salts and senna.