'Turn around and go for the doctor!' "Jonadab's hands was clutched on that wheel, and his face was white as his rubber collar.
"'Jerushy!' he groans desperate, 'I--I don't know HOW to turn around.' "'Then stop, you foolhead!' I bellers.

'Stop where you be!' "And he moans--almost cryin' he was: 'I--I've forgotten how to STOP.' "Talk about your situations! If we wa'n't in one then I miss my guess.
Every minute we was sinkin' Denboro below the horizon.
"'We MUST get to a doctor,' says the widow.

'Where is there another one, Mr.Wingate ?' "'The next one's in Bayport,' says I, 'and that's ten mile ahead if it's a foot.' "However, there wa'n't nothin' else for it, so toward Bayport we put.
Bradbury groaned once in a while, and Mrs.Bassett got nervous.
"'We'll never get there at this rate,' says she.

'Go faster, Jonadab.
Faster! Press down on--on that thing he told you to.

Please! for MY sake.' "'Don't you--' I begun; but 'twas too late.