Part 3 (1/2)
”What's the matter with hi physician who had been working over the , and is his ?”
”I don't believe so,” answered the doctor ”At least I don't believe that he is dying, though hisHe isn't injured--at least not outwardly Just temporarily overcome by smoke is what it looks like to h exaet him into the house, Doctor?” asked Mr Nestor, who stood with Toroup of rass The rescued one was again seely unconscious
”The best medicine he can have is fresh air,” the doctor replied ”He's better off out here than in the house Though if he doesn't revive presently I will send him to the hospital”
The man did not appear to be so badly off but what he could hear, and at these words he opened his eyes again
”I don't want to go to the hospital,” he h--Oh, well, what's the use?” he asked wearily, as though he had given up soot a deal of life left in you yet; and that's more than you could say of some who have come out of smaller fires than this,”
said one of the firemen ith Tom, had carried theback,” he said to his companion
”The worst of it is over, but there'll be plenty to do yet”
”You said it!” corimly
They went out of the Nestor yard,the rescue following The doctor administered some more stimulant in the shape of aromatic spirits of aain lapsed into a state of stupor
”Who is he?” asked Tom, as the physician knelt down beside the silent form
”I don't know,” said Mr Nestor ”I know quite a number connected with the fireworks factory, but thisinto thebeside Tom ”He seemed to be one of the company officers”
”I don't believe so, Mary,” stated her father ”I know most of the fireworks company officials, and I'm sure this man is not one of them
Poor fellow! He seems to be in a bad way”
”Mentally, as well as physically,” put in Ned ”He acted as if sorry that we had saved his life”
”Too bad,” murmured Mary, and then a policeet the facts for his report, looked at the figure lying on the grass, and said:
”I know him”
”You do?” cried Tom ”Who is he?”
”Name's Baxter, Josephus Baxter He's a chemist, and he works in the fireworks factory here Not as one of the hands, but in the experiht lots of ti in around two o'clock onehe was a thief He proved his identity, and I've passed the time of day with him many a time since”
”Where does he live?” asked Mr Nestor
”Down on Clay Street,” and the officer mentioned the number ”He lives all alone, so he told ed so by his talk Do you want an ambulance, Doctor?” he asked the physician
”No, I think he's coht,” was the answer ”If we had an auto we could send hierly offered Tom ”But if he lives all alone will it be safe to leave hiht to be looked after, I suppose,” the doctor stated ”He'll be all right in a day or so if no complications set in, but he'll be weak for a while and need attention”