"He will get well, if that's what you mean," said Dr. Robertson. "He is
much better now. The fact is," he went on, "his fits of insanity were
only temporary, and they were caused by a drug, which was administered
to him in his food. He ate something at the sanitarium just before you
rescued him, and this last time the drug began to work as soon as he
heard that donkey bray. The fit has passed now, and if he doesn't get any
more of the drugged food he will probably have no more insane spells."
"Oh, I'm so glad!" cried Frank, sinking on his knees at the side of the
cot on which his father lay.
Mr. Roscoe opened his eyes.
"Frank! My boy!" he murmured. Then he dozed off again.
The doctor stayed at the tent until noon, and left some medicine, saying
he would call again in the evening. Soon after the medical man had left
Mr. Roscoe awakened. He declared he was much better, and in talking of
his case he said he noticed that the strange spells came over him soon
after he had eaten something. At other times he was as clear-headed as he
had ever been.
In a few days, under the treatment of Dr.
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