Part 18 (1/2)
CHAPTER XIII
FRIGHTENED HORSES
Bud Merkel lost no tih the telephone, with the only physician in Los Poh he was not very old It was more a term of affection
”Our chink cook is poisoned!” Bud explained ”Can you co reply and then there was nothing to do save wait for Dr Taylor's arrival
”He's got a flivver,” announced Snake ith Yellin' Kid, had paidat Dot and Dash, thereby learning considerable about the place and its inhabitants ”It won't take long for the doc to get here”
”But can't we do anything, meanwhile, for that poor chink?” asked Nort
”Guess there isn't much hope for hilooet it out of his stooin' to do that?” Snake de hiood, I've heard Co,” and he turned to his cousins as the most likely ones to be of service
They found poor Fah Moo rushi+ng around the somewhat narrow confines of his kitchen The Chinese was still yelling and holding both yellow hands across the pit of his stomach On a table, amid pots, pans and dishes, were the three bottles of the Elixer of Life Tere completely e in it
”You drink all that?” asked Bud, pointing to the three bottles when he could get Fah Moo's attention for aanswer the i that he had taken the stuff quickly
”Whew!” murmured Nort ”Guess there's no hope for him”
”There may be,” said dick ”Sometimes an overdose of poison is its own antidote He may have taken sofor him”
”He sure took an overdose,” declared Bud ”See if you can find some mustard, you fellows I'll put on a kettle of water to boil The ht to be mixed ater to make it work”
The boys bustled about, Fah Moo,his sto at the top of his voice Billee and his companions looked in now and then to ask if they could help, or to offer suggestions, more or less useless, but their services were not required Indeed there was room for no more first-aiders in the small kitchen
In due ti doseit to the Chinese cook, and a great difficulty it was As soon as he got the idea that he was to be ht of the unappetizing yellowbowl, the cook revolted He retreated into a corner, pulled a chair in front of him and yelled:
”No can do! No can do!”
”But you've got to do!” insisted Bud ”It's the only way to save your life! Drink it!”
”No can dlink! Fah Moo dlink chop-chop--plenty--no can do!”
And that was all there was to it He yipped and yapped, clutched his stomach but would not come out of his corner nor touch the emetic The boys were in despair, and their co that it served the chink right for taking the stuff But just when it seemed that Fah Moo would raise the roof with his yells, Dr Taylor arrived in his rattling flivver and took charge of the case
”What did he take?” was his first question
”Poison!” chorused the whole Diaht, but what kind? I can't tell what to give him to counteract it until I knohat poison it was,” said the medicalover the bottle containing as left of the Elixer
Dr Taylor set a little of the it to his tongue He waited for any possible reaction, and then took a larger taste of the stuff Then a slow ser ”swig,” as Snake called it