I went out and procured the easiest coach I could find, and inside of it we placed Mr. Stillwell, with the physician beside him, and Gus on the seat with the driver.
"Are you coming along?" asked my cousin.
"No; but I will be up later," I replied.
We watched the coach out of sight up the busy street, and then Mr. Canning and I returned to the office.
"It is a bad state of affairs," said the junior partner. "I doubt, after what the doctor has said, if your uncle ever puts foot in the office again."
"I hardly know what to do," I replied.
And to tell the truth, my mind was in a whirl of excitement. The unexpected turn of affairs bewildered me.
While we were discussing matters there was a knock on the door, and Mr. Mason came in.
"What, Foster, back already! I knew you were coming, but did not expect you so soon."
"Did you receive Mr. Ranson's letter?" I asked.