? ? ? ? "Most remarkable," he breathed. "It remains intact."
? ? ? ? Mr. Philander had not moved from where he had fallen; he had not dared the attempt. How indeed could one move when one's arms and legs and back were broken?
? ? ? ? One eye was buried in the soft loam; the other, rolling sidewise, was fixed in awe upon the strange gyrations of Professor Porter.
? ? ? ? "How sad!" exclaimed Mr. Philander, half aloud. "Concussion of the brain, superinducing total mental aberration. How very sad indeed! and for one still so young!"
? ? ? ? Professor Porter rolled over upon his stomach; gingerly he bowed his back until he resembled a huge tom cat in proximity to a yelping dog. Then he sat up and felt of various portions of his anatomy.
? ? ? ? "They are all here," he exclaimed. "Most remarkable!"
? ? ? ? Whereupon he arose, and, bending a scathing glance upon the still prostrate form of Mr. Samuel T.
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