"What are you going to do?" said Troutman, under his breath.
"Drive her to a doctor, of course."
"Couldn't we go and fetch a doctor here?"
"No, we couldn't!"
With some difficulty they got the suffering girl into the carriage and started back. No one spoke; the banter had given place to a few muttered words that broke the moaning, delirious tones of the stricken girl.
"Going to drive into New Haven this way?" said Troutman, for the second time under his breath.
"Sure."
"Hell!"
They came to the city streets, and Stover drove on hastily, seeking from right to left for a doctor. All at once he drew up at the curb, flung the reins to Troutman, and rushed into a house where he had seen a sign displayed—"Dr. Burke." He was back almost immediately with the doctor at his heels.
"I say, Dink, look here," said Schley, plucking him aside, as the doctor hurriedly examined the girl. "This is a deuce of a mess."