“That he did, and I couldn’t have done it better mesilf. He called this morning and said the spalpeen was doing splendid.”
“When will the doctor call again?”
“I’m not sartin,—but likely tomorrer.”
“Forenoon or afternoon?”
“I couldn’t say.”
Uncle Elk withdrew his gaze from the face of the lad and looked into the fireplace, where only a few dying embers showed. He was silent for a few moments and then addressed his caller.
“Michael,” he said in low tones, “I shall call upon Jack at the earliest opportunity, but my call must be timed so there will be no possibility of meeting Dr. Spellman.”
Mike was amazed by the words and at a loss what to say. Therefore he said what after all was perhaps the best thing.
“I’ll see that the doctor doesn’t try any expirimints on ye.”
The old man actually laughed, but only for an instant. With a shake of his head he said: