"By Jove! does such an outrage admit of an apology?" said Tom, looking at Bull with savage ferocity.
"My dear sir, it was a mistake! I thought it was Jones!" said the doctor, making for the door.
"Good-by, doctor!" said Toney. "You have let the bad blood out of him, and he will soon be in a better disposition."
Bull hastily departed with both eyes in a damaged condition.
"He has had my blood and I would like to have his," said Tom.
"Mr. Seddon, you should cultivate a more benign disposition," said the Professor. "Bull practiced phlebotomy on you with the best intentions."
"And now, Tom, I must leave you," said Toney, as Cæsar and Hannibal entered the room to carry his trunks to the railway.
"Are you going?" said Tom.
"Must go," said Toney. "I have to prepare for the great case of Simon Rump vs. The Salt-Water Canal Company. I leave Charley with you, who will attend to your wound, and when it has healed you and he come to Mapleton and hear the argument of my distinguished adversary M. T. Pate."