"Gently, doctor, gently; what are you driving at?" Sim asked, really alarmed at his mate's excitement.
The doctor paid no attention to him. "And he had been a great many years away? Went away as a boy, and when he came back was so changed they wouldn't have known him?"
"Yes, that was so," Hugh said, more and more surprised.
"You hear that, Sim? you hear that?" the doctor exclaimed sharply.
"I hear it, mate, but do you lie down. You are not strong enough to be exciting yourself like this, though I am blamed if I can see what it is about."
"What did he go home for?" the doctor asked, still unheeding Sim.
"He went home because my father had died, and he came in for a considerable property, and he was one of my guardians."
"Do you hear that, Sim?" the doctor cried in a loud shrill voice that was almost a scream; "do you see it all now?"
"Just you run and call the surgeon, Lightning; the doc's going clear off his head."
"Stop!" the doctor said, as Hugh was about to hurry off. "If Sim wasn't that thick-headed he would see what I see. Give me a drink."