"I'm goin' for a doctah fu' my mother," said Patsy, "she's sick."
"Don't let me lose sight of you."
"Oh, I'll see you again. So long," said the boy.
An hour later he walked into his mother's room with a very big doctor, the greatest the druggist could direct him to. The doctor left his medicines and his orders, but, when Patsy told his story, it was Eliza's pride that started her on the road to recovery. Patsy did not tell his horse's name.