Finally, he says:
"I thought so. I saw it. I saw it in your eyes
when I first drove up. I hope," he says, very
mournful, "I haven't come too late!"
Hank, he turns pale. I was getting sorry fur
Hank myself. I seen now why I licked him so
easy. Any one could of told from that doctor's
actions Hank was as good as a dead man already.
But Hank, he makes a big effort, and he
says:
"Shucks! I'm sixty-eight years old, doctor, and
I hain't never had a sick day in my life." But
he was awful uneasy too.
The doctor, he says to the feller with him:
"Looey, bring me one of the sample size."
Looey brung it, the doctor never taking his eyes
off'n Hank. He handed it to Hank, and he says:
"A whiskey glass full three times a day, my
friend, and there is a good chance for even you.
I give it to you, without money and without price."
"But what have I got?" asts Hank.
"You have spinal meningitis," says the doctor,
never batting an eye.
"Will this here cure me?" says Hank.
"It'll cure ANYTHING," says the doctor.
Hank he says, "Shucks," agin, but he took the
bottle and pulled the cork out and smelt it, right
thoughtful. And what them fellers had stopped
at our place fur was to have the shoe of the nigh
hoss's off hind foot nailed on, which it was most
ready to drop off.
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