Just then a buggy drove up and turned into the yard of the Fox home.
Dr. Fox had returned, and, noting the unusual feature of a light in the surgery, he lost no time in making an investigation.
He opened the back door and walked into the room.
“What is the meaning of this gathering?” he asked a bit severely of his son. “Why aren’t you in bed, Charlie?”
Then he noticed Jack Howard, and nodded to him.
“Meyer, go to the stable and put the rig up,” he said to the German boy, who was the only one he had expected to find up waiting his return.
It was up to Charley to explain matters, and he hastened to do so.
Dr. Fox was amazed to find that the subject whom he had expected to hold an inquest on had come back to life in so astonishing a way.
He looked the man over with not a little curiosity, felt of his pulse, and then intimated that he guessed he didn’t stand in need of any treatment.
“I don’t wish to unnecessarily alarm you, sir,” he said to Gideon Prawle, “but it is probable you will die in one of those fits some day.”