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Jackson would not dare to disobey a physician's injunction."
"Don't you dare disobey them, either. I'll manage him too. Come."
Nichol had slept a good deal during the latter part of his
journey, and now was inclined to wakefulness--a tendency much
increased by his habit of waiting on hospital patients at night.
In the eager and curious Jackson he had a companion to his mind,
who stimulated in him a certain child-like vanity.
"Hello, Ma'tine," he said, "ye're gittin' tired o' me, I reckon,
ye're off so much. I don't keer. This yere Jackson's a lively
cuss, en I 'low we'll chin till mawnin'."
"Yes, Nichol, Mr. Jackson is a good friend of yours; and here is
another man who is more than a friend. You remember what the
surgeon at the hospital said to you?"
"I reckon," replied Nichol, anxiously. "Hain't I minded yer
tetotally?"
"Yes, you have done very well indeed--remarkably well, since you
knew I was not a doctor. Now this man is a doctor--the doctor I
was to bring you to. You won't have to mind me any more, but you
must mind this man, Dr.


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