"Not a bit of it. He isn't dead, but he may die, if we don't get him
into the house, and have a doctor here soon," said Mr. Jackson sternly.
"Catch hold of him, Rad, and, mind, don't carry on, and get excited, and
scare Mr. Swift. Just pretend it isn't very bad, or we'll have two
patents on our hands instead of only Tom."
They managed to get the youth into the house, and, contrary to their
fears, Mr. Swift was not nearly so nervous as they had expected. Calmly
he took charge of matters, and even telephoned for Dr. Gladby himself,
while Mr. Jackson and Eradicate undressed Tom and got him to bed. Mrs.
Baggert busied herself heating water and getting things in readiness for
the doctor, who had promised to come at once.
Tom was just regaining consciousness when the physician came in, having
driven over at top speed.
"What--what happened? Did the Humming Bird fall?" asked Tom in a
whisper, putting his hand to his head.
"No, something fell on you, I guess," said the doctor, who had been
hurriedly told of the circumstances.
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