The doctor arrived inside of an hour. He made an examination and then reported that Rex was in for a bad case of intermittent fever.
“He may not be able to be moved for six weeks,” he added.
And Rex knew nothing of it, but began to toss in the delirium of his fever, living over again some of the bitter experiences of the past few hours.
CHAPTER XXII
SEARCHING FOR REX
“What train did Rex say he would be back on, Roy?”
This was the question asked by Mrs. Pell at the breakfast table on the morning that Rex was trudging along the dusty road between New York and Philadelphia.
“He didn’t say,” replied Roy. “He’ll surely be home by lunch, though. Scott is going to West Chester with his mother at noon.”
Lunch hour arrived and still no Reginald. But Mrs. Pell did not worry. He had so many friends in Marley that there were plenty of places where he might have gone from the Bowmans’.
But when dinner time came and he had not yet appeared, the entire family began to speculate on the reasons for it.
“He’s probably at the Minturns,” said Sydney, when informed of the facts. “Charlie may have persuaded him to stay over another night with him.”