At the hotel a strong-armed cortege bore Bull to a bed, and they carried him reverently.

Had his senses been with him he would have wondered greatly; and had his uncle, or his uncle's sons, been there, they would surely have laughed uproariously.
In the hotel room Pete Reeve took command at once.

"He's too big to die," he told the dubious doctor.

"He's got to live.

And the minute you say he can't, out you go and another doc comes in.