"Come on, Larry, we'll take you home," said Jane.
"Oh, I'm all right," said Larry, forcing his lips into his old smile and resolutely plodding on.
"Better come up, my boy," said the doctor.
"I don't mind walking, sir," replied Larry, stubbornly determined to go his lonely way.
"Come here, boy," said the doctor, regarding him keenly.

Larry came over to the wheel.

"Why, boy, what is the matter ?" The doctor took hold of his hand.
Larry gripped the wheel hard.

He was feeling desperately ill and unsteady on his legs, but still his lips twisted themselves into a smile.

"I'm all right, sir," he said; "I've got a headache and it was pretty hot out there." But even as he spoke his face grew white and he swayed on his feet.
In an instant the doctor was out of his car.