we just crawled. Jonadab was steerin' less
crooked every minute and it tickled him; you could see that.

"'Answers her hellum tiptop, don't she?' he says.

"'Bet your life!' says Bradbury. 'Better put on a little more speed,
hadn't we?'"

He put it on himself, afore the new pilot could stop him, and we
commenced to move.

"'When you want to make her jump,' he says, you press down on that with
your foot, and you shove the spark back.'

"'Shut up!' howls Jonadab. 'Belay! Don't you dast to touch that. I'm
scart to death as 'tis. Here! you take this wheel.'

"But he wouldn't, and we went on at a good clip. For a green hand the
Cap'n was leavin' a pretty straight wake.

"'Gosh!' he says, after a spell; 'I b'lieve I'm kind of gettin' the hang
of the craft.'

"'Course you are,' says Bradbury. 'I told--Oh!'

"He straightens up, grabs at his vest, and slumps down against the back
of the seat.

"'What IS it?' screams the widow. 'Oh, what IS it, Mr. Bradbury?'

"He answers, plucky, but toler'ble faintlike. My heart!' he gasps.
'I--I'm afraid I'm goin' to have one of my attacks. I must get to a
doctor quick.'

"'Doctor!' I sings out. 'Great land of love! there ain't a doctor nigher
than Denboro, and that's four mile astern.'

"'Never mind,' cries the Bassett woman. 'We must go there, then. Turn
around, Jonadab! Turn around at once! Mr. Bradbury--'

"But poor Henry G. was curled up against the cushions and we couldn't
get nothin' out of him but groans. And all the time we was sailin' along
up the road.

"'Turn around, Jonadab!' orders Henrietta. 'Turn around and go for the
doctor!'

"Jonadab's hands was clutched on that wheel, and his face was white as
his rubber collar.

"'Jerushy!' he groans desperate, 'I--I don't know HOW to turn around.'

"'Then stop, you foolhead!' I bellers. 'Stop where you be!'

"And he moans--almost cryin' he was: 'I--I've forgotten how to STOP.'

"Talk about your situations! If we wa'n't in one then I miss my guess.
Every minute we was sinkin' Denboro below the horizon.

"'We MUST get to a doctor,' says the widow. 'Where is there another one,
Mr. Wingate?'

"'The next one's in Bayport,' says I, 'and that's ten mile ahead if it's
a foot.'

"However, there wa'n't nothin' else for it, so toward Bayport we put.
Bradbury groaned once in a while, and Mrs. Bassett got nervous.

"'We'll never get there at this rate,' says she. 'Go faster, Jonadab.
Faster! Press down on--on that thin