let him. He puts his arm across Hank's shoulder
affectionate and sad, and then he turns his head
away like they was some one dead in the fambly.
Finally, he says:

"I thought so. I saw it. I saw it in your eyes
when I first drove up. I hope," he says, very
mournful, "I haven't come too late!"

Hank, he turns pale. I was getting sorry fur
Hank myself. I seen now why I licked him so
easy. Any one could of told from that doctor's
actions Hank was as good as a dead man already.
But Hank, he makes a big effort, and he
says:

"Shucks! I'm sixty-eight years old, doctor, and
I hain't never had a sick day in my life." But
he was awful uneasy too.

The doctor, he says to the feller with him:
"Looey, bring me one of the sample size."

Looey brung it, the doctor never taking his eyes
off'n Hank. He handed it to Hank, and he says:

"A whiskey glass full three times a day, my
friend, and there is a good chance for even you.
I give it to you, without money and without price."