"Wait!" Gray's tone halted the speaker as he turned to leave. "I'm not going to let you out in this weather until I rub you."
This time there was no mistaking "Happy Tom's" pallor. "I tell you I feel great," he declared in a shaking voice. "I—haven't felt so good for years."
"Come, come! Step into the other room and take off your shirt."
"Not on your life."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't want no more of your dam' liniment."
"Why?"
"Because I'm—because I don't."
"Then I suppose I'll have to throw and hog-tie you." The physician rose and laid a heavy hand upon his patient's arm, at which Tom exclaimed:
"Ouch! Leggo! Gimme the stuff and I'll rub myself."