“And more,” said Flick.
“Then that is probably the cause,” said the sub-doctor regretfully, at which Schneibel howled out an oath, roaring:
“Don’ tell vat it is! Stop it; for God’s sake, stop it!”
“But how will we stop it?” said King O’Leary.
Thus confronted, Mr. Dean looked very solemn and introspective, while the others waited.
“Well?” said Flick.
“If he were a horse,” said the sub-doctor pensively, “I think I’d bleed him.”
“Throw him oudt—throw dot chump oudt!” cried Schneibel, who rose up in such wrath that Mr. Dean whisked away.
King O’Leary had the happy idea to resort to Miss Quirley, who came, applied a hot-water bottle and dosed him from three small blue bottles so efficaciously that in half an hour the storm was over.