THE DEATH OF SIR TOM 347 
was put to bed; but he would not listen to the 
requests of William and the faithful cook that 
the doctor be summoned. At last he fell into 
a heavy sleep from which it was hard to rouse 
him, and the servants followed their own desire 
and called Dr. High. He came as promptly as 
possible, and did all that could be done for the 
sick man. 
A hurried examination convinced me that Dr. 
High’s opinion of the gravity of the case was 
correct, and we telephoned at once for a spe- 
cialist from the city, and for a trained nurse. 
After a short consultation with Dr. High I 
reéntered my friend’s room, and I fear that my 
face gave me away, for Sir Tom said : — 
«Be a man, Williams, and tell the whole of 
it.” 
« My dear old man, this is a tough proposition, 
but you must buck up and make a game fight. 
We have sent for Dr. Jones and a nurse, and we 
will pull you through, sure.” 
« You will try, for sure, but I reckon the call 
has come for me to cash in me checks. When 
that little devil Frost hit me right and left in 
me chest last night, I could see me finish; and 
I heard the banshee in me sleep, and that means 
much to a Sligo man.” 
« Not to this Sligo man, I hope,” said I, though 
I knew that we were in deep waters. 
The wise man and the nurse came out on the 
10.30 train, the nurse bringing comfort and aid, 
