The latter now took hold of my hand and felt my pulse, I suppose, although he didn't ask me to put out my tongue, as he generally did when he came up to Mount Pleasant specially to prescribe for me! "Hallo, Doctor Martin!" I exclaimed, recognising him.

"What's the matter with me?
I can't rise, or move my legs, or do anything." "You confounded young rascal!" he rejoined in his hearty voice, "a nice mess you have got yourself into, alarming us all in this way.

What do you mean by galloping down Constitution Hill as if you were after a pack of foxhounds?
It's a mercy you haven't broken every bone in your body." "Poor Prince isn't hurt, is he ?" I asked abruptly, without answering him directly.
"No, Mass' Tom," eagerly cried out Jake, glad of saying something to me in order to show his sympathy; "he berry well, no scrape um knees or nuffin', he--" "There, that will do," said Doctor Martin, interrupting the flow of the good-natured darkey's eloquence, "you mustn't agitate Master Tom now; he's in a very critical state, and any excitement is bad for him.

You'd better go and see after the horses." "Me no want agg-agg-tate um, Mass' Doctor," pitifully expostulated Jake, almost blubbering at the accusation of his possibly wanting to do me harm, "I'se only glad to hear him 'peak again, dat all;" and he went out of the room quite crest-fallen.
"Oh, doctor!" I cried, but then, all at once, a sort of sick sensation came over me.

Dad and Doctor Martin seemed to be waltzing round me, with the furniture and everything else following suit, and I fainted away again, I fancy; although I could hear their whispering voices, as of people who were far away in the distance.