“But you’re not strong enough to go now,” objected Rex. “You’re as pale as a ghost.”
“Am I?” A wan smile lit up Sydney’s face for an instant “Well, then, exercise will perhaps bring some of the color back. You can call the doctor in now and we’ll see what he says.”
Scott arrived with the filled prescription just as Rex brought the physician back into the room. Sydney objected to lying on the floor any longer and they helped him to a chair.
“Yes, you can go home if you don’t do any walking,” said the doctor after another examination.
“All right, I can go down in the elevator, get a carriage from the hotel across the street and ride right up to the station. You rush down and engage one, Rex. Scott will stay here and help the doctor down with me. Then he can go along with us. Don’t lose any time, Reggie.”
With an immensely relieved mind Rex hurried off to execute the commission. He had really feared at one time that Sydney was going to die.
He was rallying rapidly now. When he entered the coach he took out his pocketbook and paid the doctor for his services.
“We owe you something, Scott,” he added after they had started, “for what you got at the drug store.”
Scott protested, but was in the end obliged to take what he had paid out.
“It’s been an exciting afternoon for you fellows,” remarked Sydney, and Rex could not help but notice that while his tone was light, his face was still pale and that he did not look at them while he was speaking.