I managed to get that box onto the platform with-
out busting her, and then I sets down on top of her
awful weak.
"What's the matter?" asts the feller I was with.
"Nothing," says I.
"You look sick," he says. And I WAS feeling
that-a-way.
"Mebby I do," says I, "and it's enough to shake
a feller up to find a dead man come to life sudden
like this."
"Great snakes, no!" says he, looking all around,
"where?"
But I didn't stop to chew the rag none. I left
him right there, with his mouth wide open, staring
after me like I was crazy. Half a block away I
looked back and I seen him double over and slap his
knee and laugh loud, like he had hearn a big joke,
but what he was laughing at I never knew.
I was tickled. Tickled? Jest so tickled I was
plumb foolish with it. The doctor was alive after
all--I kept saying it over and over to myself--he
hadn't drownded nor blowed away. And I was go-
ing to hunt him up.
I had a little money. The perfessor had paid it
to me. He had give me a job helping take care of
his hosses and things like that, and wanted me to
stay, and I had been thinking mebby I would fur
a while. But not now!
I calkelated I could grab a ride that very night
that would put me into Evansville the next morning.
I figgered if I ketched a through freight from there
on the next night I might get where he was almost
as quick as them bottles did.
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