That's the next place to Mr. Armstrong's house."
"Who is Dr. Robertson?" asked Ned.
"Why he's a great specialist on diseases of the brain. Why not go to
him, and ask him to come and see Frank's father? I'm sure he would if we
told him all the facts."
"Say!" cried Bart. "That's a fine idea! Hurry off and see if the doctor
will come. If he wants pay we can give it to him."
But Dr. Robertson did not want any fee, when Fenn had breathlessly
explained the circumstances to him. He questioned the boy closely, and
then, taking his medicine case with him, set out through the woods. He
was on his vacation, he explained, but he never missed a chance to study
or treat a brain disease, and he was very much interested in Mr.
Roscoe's case.
Dr. Robertson sent all the boys out of the tent, and told them to stay
away while he examined the patient. How anxiously they waited for the
verdict, Frank most of all! Was the case a hopeless one? At last the
doctor came out. He was smiling, and the boys took that as a good sign.
"You can come in, boys," he said.
"Is he--can you--will he--" stammered Frank.
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