Tom, who never knew how he summoned Dr. Jones, being chiefly occupied
in astonishment at finding that he obeyed a command from a perfect
stranger, did not come back to the library, but kept himself with the
same amazed expression on his face, idly kicking his heels in a quiet
corner of the deck near by. He never thought of such a thing as being
worried over his Grandfather, for he couldn't remember when the old
gentleman hadn't been subject to nervous attacks; but somehow since "a
row," as he expressed it, "had been kicked up," it was just as well to
stay in the vicinity and see the end of it. But he wasn't going inside
--no, not he!
After awhile, Tom was just beginning to yawn, and to feel that no one
could expect him to waste time like that, and probably his Grandfather
was going to sleep it out on the sofa, and the stupid doctor would find
that there was nothing the matter, only the old man was nervous. "And
I'm going back to the fellows," decided Tom, shaking his long legs.
"Oh, here you are!" cried Jasper, running up to him. "Come quickly,"
seizing his arm.
"Hey, here, what are you about?" roared Tom at him, shaking off the
hand.
"You must excuse me for wasting no ceremony," said Jasper, sternly. It
struck Tom that he looked very much like the old gentleman who had told
him to _go!_ "Your Grandfather is very ill; something is the
matter with his heart, and the doctor has sent me for you.
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