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I'm learning somethin' new all the time. This ain't no mo'
quar, I s'pose, than some other things. I've got to mind a doctor,
for I've learned that much ef I hain't nuthin' else, but I want
you uns to know that I won't stan' no mo' foolin'. Doctors don't
fool me, en they've got the po'r ter mek a feller do ez they sez,
but other folks is got ter be keerful how they uses me."
Mrs. Nichol again sank into her chair and wept bitterly; her
husband at last remained silent in a sort of inward, impotent rage
of grief. There was their son, alive and in physical health, yet
between him and them was a viewless barrier which they could not
break through.
The strange complications, the sad thwartings of hope which must
result unless he was restored, began to loom already in the
future.
Dr. Barnes now came forward and said: "Captain Nichol, you are as
you are at this moment, but you must know that you are not what
you were once. We are trying to restore you to your old self.
You'd be a great deal better off if we succeed. You must help us
all you can.


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