He did not finish the sentence, but, as Koku laid Tom down on
the overcoat of Mr. Damon, which the latter quickly spread on the
snow, the eccentric man put his hand over the heart of the young
inventor.

"It beats!" he murmured. "He's alive, but very weak. We must
get a doctor at once. I'll do what I can. There's no time to
spare. Bless my--"

But Mr. Damon concluded that there was no time for blessing
anything, and so he stopped short.

"Carry him up to the house, Koku," he said. "I know where there
are some medicines, and I'll try to revive him while we're
waiting for the doctor Hurry!"

Tom was laid on a lounge, and, just then, Mrs. Baggert came in.

"Telephone for the doctor!" cried Mr. Damon to the housekeeper,
who kept her nerve, and did not get excited. "I'll give Tom some
ammonia, and other stimulants, and see if I can bring him around.
Koku, get me some cold water."

The telephone was soon carrying the message to the doctor, who
promised to come at once. Koku, in spite of his size, was quick,
and soon brought the water, into which Mr. Damon put some strong
medicine, that he found in a closet. Tom's eyelids fluttered as
the others forced some liquid between his lips.