“Boy, you’re sick!” he declared. “I’m going to call the doctor. You need looking after!”
“Oh, I guess I’ll be all right in a little while. I took some of that new medicine, and——”
Another spasm of pain prevented Tom from continuing, and hastened Phil’s decision. He slipped on some garments, awakened Sid and Frank, and was soon communicating with Proctor Zane, who at once summoned Dr. Marshall, the physician connected with Randall.
The medical man came in at once, stopping only to slip on a bathrobe.
“What have you been eating—or taking?” he demanded of Tom, as he felt of the youth’s pulse, and examined him.
“Nothing but some of that Smith, Brown & Robinson’s Tonic,” groaned Tom, motioning toward the medicine bottle. Sid quickly explained about it, handing the phial to the physician. The latter smelled of the mixture, tasted it gingerly and then exclaimed:
“No wonder you’re sick, if you took that stuff!”
“Why, I’ve often taken it,” asserted Sid. “It did me good.”
“Not ‘doped’ as this is,” declared Dr. Marshall. “I know this preparation. It is very good, but this has been tampered with. There’s enough ‘dope’ in there to make a score of you boys sick. Throw the stuff away, or, no, hold on, let me have it. I’ll look into this. There’s been underhand work somewhere. You say some girl friends sent it to you?”
“We thought so,” spoke Sid, “but if it’s been meddled with, of course, they didn’t. I begin to suspect something now.”