“Yes.”
“Why, of course.”
“Take your lantern so you won’t run into anything or lose your way.”
“All right. What then?”
“An old fish peddler lives there. Tell him of the fix Mr. Barton is in.”
“I understand.”
“And ask him to hitch up and try and get him home.”
“I’ll do that,” said Harry promptly, as he picked up the lantern and put for the door.
Tom urged hope and patience on his charge. The announcement that he had succeeded in getting a doctor started for Rockley Cove had worked a great change in the patient. He forgot his sufferings in his joy at the knowledge that help was on the way to his dying child at home.
It was about ten minutes later when there was a rattle of decrepit wheels and a resounding call: