? ? ? ? At length Professor Porter made an attempt to move one leg. To his surprise, it responded to his will as in days gone by. He now drew up its mate and stretched it forth again.
? ? ? ? "Most remarkable, most remarkable," he murmured.
? ? ? ? "Thank God, Professor," whispered Mr. Philander, fervently, "you are not dead, then?"
? ? ? ? "Tut, tut, Mr. Philander, tut, tut," cautioned Professor Porter, "I do not know with accuracy as yet."
? ? ? ? With infinite solicitude Professor Porter wiggled his right arm--joy! It was intact. Breathlessly he waved his left arm above his prostrate body--it waved!
? ? ? ? "Most remarkable, most remarkable," he said.
? ? ? ? "To whom are you signaling, Professor?" asked Mr. Philander, in an excited tone.
? ? ? ? Professor Porter deigned to make no response to this puerile inquiry. Instead he raised his head gently from the ground, nodding it back and forth a half dozen times.
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