Alice went in first and saw Quong Lee, coming out with word that they were to bring Harry right in.
"I am going for the doctor," she said. "He has given me the address."
She hurried away, leaving Old King Brady to assist in carrying Harry down the stone steps.
Quong Lee was on hand at the foot. "Bling him to my loom," he said and he led the way.
And once again poor Harry had to be dragged up a flight of narrow stairs.
When they got him on Quong Lee's bed and loosened up his clothes the old divekeeper made a personal examination.
"What do you think, Quong?" demanded Old King Brady when at last he pulled away.
"Him velly bad," was the reply. "Me muchee flaid, Blady."
"You consider him dead?"
Quong Lee nodded.