Mr. King stared into Jasper's face, unable to make a reply.

"He is," declared Polly. "Oh, Grandpapa, he really is!" Then she buried
her flushed face up against Mr. King's arm.

"There is no need to waste words," said Mr. King, finding his tongue.
"There, there, Polly, child," fondling her brown head, "don't feel
badly. I'm sure you've done all you could."

"'Twas Jasper; he did it all--I couldn't do anything," said Polly.

"Oh, Polly, you did everything," protested Jasper.

"Yes, yes, I know, you both did," said Mr. King. "Well, here's the
doctor, thank the Lord!"

And then when nobody wanted them, the library seemed to be full of
people, and the news spreading out to the decks, many of the passengers
got out of their steamer chairs, and tried to swarm into the two
doorways.

Tom, who never knew how he summoned Dr. Jones, being chiefly occupied
in astonishment at finding that he obeyed a command from a perfect
stranger, did not come back to the library, but kept himself with the
same amazed expression on his face, idly kicking his heels in a quiet
corner of the deck near by. He never thought of such a thing as being
worried over his Grandfather, for he couldn't remember when the old
gentleman hadn't been subject to nervous attacks; but somehow since "a
row," as he expressed it, "had been kicked up," it was just as well to