“He ain't, but his ma used to,” said Harvey.
“You see!” Henrietta said. “I think you had better put him to bed, Miss Susan, and you had better send for a doctor. His heart is strong and I am sure there is no danger. He may be thus for an hour or a week.”
She turned to Gay and Lorna.
“We must go,” she said. “We will be late for school as it is. Miss Susan can carry him to his room.”
“I can and will,” said Miss Susan grimly.
“And we will stop and tell Dr. Grace to come at once,” said Henrietta.
Miss Susan raised the boy in her strong arms. Gay touched his face with her soft fingers.
“Poor kid!” she said. “Poor little Lem!”
From Saint Harvey of Riverbank came a sound like a mighty sob. He raised his linked hands high above his head and there was a jangle of steel chain. When he had raised his hands to their utmost reach, Saint Harvey brought his united fists down upon the top of Officer Schulig's unprotected head with a blow that made the porch floor palpitate and the dog policeman's knees to bend.
“Dod-double-baste you!” cried Saint Harvey of Riverbank. “You get away from me, an' get away quick!”