"You don't think he's in danger, do you, doctor?" asked Jack in an
anxious tone.
"No--he'll pull through. His breathing is bad, but his heart is
doing fairly well. But he's got to stop this sort of thing." Here
the old doctor's voice rose as his indignation increased (nothing
would wake Garry). "It's criminal--it's damnable! Every time one
of you New York people get worried, or short of money or stocks,
or what not, off you go to a two-cent drug shop and buy enough
poison to kill a family. It's damnable, Breen--and you must tell
Minott so when he wakes up"
Jack made no protest against being included in the denunciation.
He was too completely absorbed in the fate of the man who lay in a
stupor.
"Is there anything can be done for him?" he asked.
"I can't tell yet. He may only have taken a small dose. I will
watch him for a while. But if his pulse weakens we must shake him
awake somehow. You needn't wait I'll call you if I want you,
You've told me what I wanted to know."
Again Jack bent over Garry, his heart wrung with pity and dismay.
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