Harkless, fully dressed, was standing in the middle of the floor, hurling garments at a big travelling bag.
The horrified Meredith stood for a second, bleached and speechless, then he rushed upon his friend and seized him with both hands.
"Mad, by heaven! Mad!" "Let go of me, Tom!" "Lunatic! Lunatic!" "Don't stop me one instant!" Meredith tried to force him toward the bed.

"For mercy's sake, get back to bed.

You're delirious, boy!" "Delirious nothing.

I'm a well man." "Go to bed--go to bed." Harkless set him out of the way with one arm.

"Bed be hanged!" he cried.
"I'm going to Plattville!" Meredith wrung his hands.