"I don't want Rod to go," he now announced. "I want Rod to lie down on this bed."
"Rodney, you must," said Mrs. Ffolliott.
"But, mamma, it may not be convenient—" began Carolyn.
"I want Rod!"
There were indications that the small legs under the bed-cover were about to kick with what strength they had.
"I'll stay," said Lawrence.
So it came about that he did not go back to the hotel that night, and that the crow spent the remainder of the time until morning on the same chair where his master had placed him in one of the lower rooms at Savin Hill.
The doctor came and spoke vaguely of "convulsive seizure," said nothing could have been better than a warm bath, left some medicine, and drove away.
Lawrence kept his promise to the boy, and passed the night on the bed by Leander's side.
In the early morning he rose. The boy was asleep, but it was evident that he would be ill,—how ill could not yet be told.