Oh! oh!" Dr.Staines got quickly, but calmly, out; told his wife to wait; and followed Phoebe up-stairs.

She told him in a few agitated words how Dick had been taken, and all the symptoms; especially what had alarmed her so, his springing off the bed when the spasm came.
Dr.Staines told her to hold the patient up.

He lost not a moment, but opened his mouth resolutely, and looked down.
"The glottis is swollen," said he: then he felt his hands, and said, with the grave, terrible calm of experience, "He is dying." "Oh, no! no! Oh, doctor, save him! save him!" "Nothing can save him, unless we had a surgeon on the spot.

Yes, I might save him, if you have the courage: opening his windpipe before the next spasm is his one chance." "Open his windpipe! Oh, doctor! It will kill him.

Let me look at you." She looked hard in his face.