"I'll take care of the brother," he said.
"You get the doc--an' be damned quick about it!" Maison went out, and in five minutes returned with the doctor.

The latter worked for more than an hour with Peggy, and at last succeeded in reviving her.
But though Peggy opened her eyes, there was no light of reason in them--only the vacuous, unseeing stare of a dulled and apathetic brain.
"She's got an awful whack," said the doctor.

"It's cracked her skull.
It'll be weeks before she gets over it--if she ever does.

I'll come and see her tomorrow." The doctor came the next day--in the morning.

He found the patient no better.