"Do ye still think I took it?"
"No, I don't, Pearl," she answered.
"All right then, I'll come right down," Pearl said gladly.
CHAPTER XXIII
SAVED!
That night Arthur's condition was, to Pearl's sharp eyes, alarming.
He tried to quiet her fears. He would be well directly, it was nothing, nothing at all, a mere indisposition (Pearl didn't know what that was); but when she went into the granary with a pitcher of water for him, and found him writing letters in the feeble light of a lantern, she took one look at him, laid down the pitcher and hurried out to tell Tom.
Tom was in the kitchen taking off his boots preparatory to going to bed.
"Tom," she said excitedly, "get back into yer boots, and go for the doctor. Arthur's got the thing that Pa had, and it'll have to be cut out of him or he'll die."