"That can't be Koku and Rad in one of their periodic squabbles,
can it?" asked Ned.

"No. It's probably Mr. Baxter," Tom answered. "The doctor said
he might get violent once or twice, until the effects of his
shock wore off. There is some quieting medicine I can give him.
I'll run up."

"Guess I'd better go along," remarked Ned. "Sounds as if you'd
need help."

And it did appear so, for again the frenzied shouts sounded:

"I'll get 'em! I'll get the scoundrels who stole my secret
formulae that I worked over so many years! Come back now! Don't
put the match near the powder!"

Tom and Ned hurried to the room where the unfortunate chemist
had been put to bed, to find him out in the hall, wrapped in a
bedquilt, and with Mrs. Baggert vainly trying to quiet him. Mr.
Baxter stared at Tom and Ned without seeing them, for he was in a
delirium of fever.

"Have you my formulae?" he asked. "I want them back!"

"You shall have them in the morning," replied Tom soothingly.
"Lie down, and I'll bring them to you in the morning. And drink
this," he added, holding out a glass of soothing mixture which
the doctor had ordered in case the patient should become violent.