“Shall I drive you to any particular place?”
“Yes. Drive to the hotel. Do you know where it is?”
“Yes, sir.”
In a very few minutes Bernard halted in front of the Poplar Plains Hotel. A servant came out to receive the expected guest.
“Is your father going to stop with us?” he asked. “He isn’t my father, but he will stop. He is feeling unwell, and I will get you to help him out.” Assisted by Bernard and the hotel porter, the gentleman descended from the buggy and went into the hotel.
“Sit down here a moment, sir, and I will get you the ammonia,” Bernard said. “The drug store is close by.”
“Wait a moment. You will want some money. Here is a dollar.”
He drew a dollar bill from his vest pocket and handed it to Bernard, who returned in five minutes with a small bottle.
The gentleman, removing the cork, applied the bottle to his nose. He sneezed, but seemed revived.
“I feel better,” he said. “Go and take a room for me and help me up to it.”