He turned about as if he would go away.
"Oh! don't give it up!" screamed Miller, "come in and give him something to bring him back to life; do it, I beg you, for my sake!"
"Your sake," sneered the "professor," "you are not worth the turn of a thumb!"
"Oh, but you don't know how much depends on it!" cried Miller.
"I don't know!" fairly shouted the professor. "I know everything! I know that you caused that young man's death; I know that you pushed him in front of a moving car; I know that you didn't mean to kill him, but that you would be glad to do so if you could do it safely; I know that you're a cold-hearted wretch!"
Miller again beat his hands upon the floor helplessly.
"Yes! Yes!" he groaned, "I'm all that, but I don't want him to die! Do save him if you can, professor."
"It's this way, professor," said Baker, quietly. "This man groveling on the floor is not worth the turn of a thumb, but the rest of us are very fond of Merriwell, and would like to have him restored to life if such a thing can be done.
"Do it for our sakes, and the sake of science, professor."
"Well," grumbled the "professor," after hesitating a moment, "for the sake of science I'll take a look at him. The rest of you clear out."