"Call your master," said the colonel; "I will not get out."

The doctor was soon beside the carriage, and inquired about
the health of his patient. After a little consultation,
the doctor returned to his office, took down a box of Sam's
new pills, and returned to the carriage.

"Take two of these every morning and night," said the doctor,
"and if you don't feel relieved, double the dose."

"Good gracious," exclaimed Sam in an undertone, when he heard
his master tell the colonel how to take the pills.

It was several days before Sam could learn the result of his new medicine.
One afternoon, about a fortnight after the colonel's visit,
Sam saw his master's patient riding up to the gate on horseback.
The doctor happened to be in the yard, and met the colonel and said,--

"How are you now?"

"I am entirely recovered," replied the patient.
"Those pills of yours put me on my feet the next day."

"I knew they would," rejoined the doctor.

Sam was near enough to hear the conversation, and was delighted
beyond description. The negro immediately ran into the kitchen,
amongst his companions, and commenced dancing.

"What de matter wid you?" inquired the cook.