“I ’ll see him,” said John.
The hand held him back. “Don’t urge him.” He gasped a little for breath between the words. “If he says he can do it—let him take Her.”
“I understand,” said John. “I ’ll send some one for you.” He was gone from the room.
As he passed the car, he hesitated a minute. Then he sprang up the step and went in. “All ready!” said Simeon looking up.
“Stetson ’s sick—Shall we wait over?”
“Wait over? No! Get somebody—Get anybody!” He threw out the words.
The young man hesitated a minute. He had not mentioned Tomlinson’s name to Simeon. Something had always pulled him back when he had thought to do it. “There’s a man—” he said slowly—“lives here—He ’s not running now—”
“Competent?” said Simeon.
“Stetson says so.”
“Get him.”