close attention for some time. I will come in again to-morrow morning and see him."
"Well, do your best," said Dick, brokenly.
"I always do that," answered Doctor Garrison, gravely.
There were no accommodations for Dick at J:he hospital, so he found a room at a hotel several blocks away. From the hotel he sent another telephone message to Sam, telling him what the specialist had said. Then he asked Sam if he would come up.
"If you'll do that I can go down and help father," he added.
"All right—I'll come up to-night or first thing in the morning," said Sam.
It was eight o'clock in the morning when the youngest Rover boy appeared. He was as anxious as Dick concerning Tom, and both waited for the specialist to appear and report. Tom had regained consciousness for a few minutes, but that was all.
"He is no worse," reported Doctor Garrison. "I hope to see him improved by this afternoon I will call again about three o'clock." And then he left directions with the nurse as to what should be done.
"This is terrible, Dick!" murmured Sam, when the brothers were alone, in the room at the
