"
Heaving a sigh, Tom went back under the lamp to read with blurted
eyes.
At last he struck a paragraph that he thought bore on the case in
hand. He read eagerly, praying for light.
"I've got it, at last," he announced, moving over to the bunk, beside
which Ferrers stood.
"Got what?" asked Jim.
"I believe I'm on the track of the right stuff to give poor old Harry."
"What's the name of the stuff you're going to give harry"
"There are three medicines mentioned here," replied Reade, holding
up the book. "They're all to be given."
"_Three_ medicines!" gasped Jim. "By the great Custer three are
enough to kill a horse!"
"I'm going to try 'em," sighed Tom stolidly. "The poor fellow will
die if nothing is done for him."
"Wouldn't it be better," suggested Ferrers, hopelessly, "to try
one medicine on the lad and then wait ten minutes. Then, if that
doesn't work, try one of the others on him! If that doesn't work
then you know that the third kind of stuff is the right sort of
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