"
"Oh, yes," breathed Polly, pitifully, "he really is, Grandpapa." And
she put out her hand to seize one of Mr. King's. "And Jasper has sent
for the doctor."
"And none too soon, I should say," remarked Mr. King, grimly, with a
keen glance into the old man's face. "Raise his feet a little higher,
Jasper; put a pillow under them; there, that's it. Well, the doctor
should be hurried up." He glanced quickly around. "Here, you boy,"
seeing Tom, "run as you never have run before, and tell the doctor to
come quickly."
"There isn't any need," began Tom.
"Do you _go_!" commanded Mr. King, pointing to the door. And Tom
went.
"Father, that boy is his grandson," said Jasper, pointing to the sick
man.
Mr. King stared into Jasper's face, unable to make a reply.
"He is," declared Polly. "Oh, Grandpapa, he really is!" Then she buried
her flushed face up against Mr. King's arm.
"There is no need to waste words," said Mr. King, finding his tongue.
"There, there, Polly, child," fondling her brown head, "don't feel
badly. I'm sure you've done all you could."
"'Twas Jasper; he did it all--I couldn't do anything," said Polly.
"Oh, Polly, you did everything," protested Jasper.
"Yes, yes, I know, you both did," said Mr. King. "Well, here's the
doctor, thank the Lord!"
And then when nobody wanted them, the library seemed to be full of
people, and the news spreading out to the decks, many of the passengers
got out of their steamer chairs, and tried to swarm into the two
doorways.
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