“Is he sick?” asked Mabel anxiously.
“I reckon you might call it sick.”
“How sick?”
“Well, now, he’s not so sick; but if he pays much attention to some of these doctors he soon will be.”
Mabel was growing more and more anxious.
“Do let us hurry and get home,” she said.
“Now, now, dear, don’t excite yourself,” said Mr. Willing. “I reckon he will soon be all right again.”
On the opposite side of the station a large touring car waited. Mr. Willing pushed the two girls into the back seat and then took his place by the negro chauffeur.
“Home, Frank,” he said.
“Yessah,” replied the old darky, and started the car on its way.