"No, sir," said the doctor decidedly. "I shall fight it out alone."
"Will you walk, or shall I carry you?" said Shock quietly.
The doctor gazed at him. "Oh, confound you!" he cried, "I'll"—He stopped short and putting his face down upon the table again he burst into a storm of sobs and cried, "Oh, I am weak, I am weak, let me go, let me go, I am not worth it!"
Then Shock got down beside him, put his arm around his shoulder, and said: "I cannot let you go, doctor. I want you. And your Father in Heaven wants you. Come," he continued after a pause, "we'll win yet."
For half an hour they walked the streets and then turned into Father Mike's quarters.
"Father Mike," said Shock, opening the door, "we want coffee, and I'm hungrier than I've been for three days."
"Come in," said Father Mike, with a keen glance at the doctor, "come in, brother mine. You've earned your grub this day."