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     Mrs. Scutts, concealed behind the curtain, gazed at the cab in uneasy amazement. The cabman clambered down from the box and, opening the door, stood by with his hands extended ready for any help that might be needed. A stranger was the first to alight, and, with his back towards Mrs. Scutts, seemed to be struggling with something in the cab. He placed a dangling hand about his neck and, staggering under the weight, reeled backwards supporting Mr. Scutts, whose other arm was round the neck of a third man. In a flash Mrs. Scutts was at the door. 

 

 

     "Oh, Bill!"  she gasped.  "And by daylight, too!" 

     Mr. Scutts raised his head sharply and his lips parted; then his head sank again, and he became a dead weight in the grasp of his assistants. 

     "He's all right," said one of them, turning to Mrs. Scutts. 

     A deep groan from Mr. Scutts confirmed the statement. 

     "What is it?"  inquired his wife, anxiously. 

     "Just a little bit of a railway accident," said one of the strangers.     "Train ran into some empty trucks. Nobody hurt—seriously," he added, in response to a terrible and annoyed groan from Mr. Scutts. 

     With his feet dragging helplessly, Mr. Scutts was conveyed over his own doorstep and placed on the sofa. 

     "All the others went off home on their own legs," said one of the strangers, reproachfully.  "He said he couldn't walk, and he wouldn't go to a hospital." 

     "Wanted to die at home," declared the sufferer.  "I ain't going to be cut about at no 'ospitals." 

     The two strangers stood by watching him; then they looked at each other. 

     I don't want—no—'ospitals," gasped Mr. Scutts, "I'm going to have my own doctor." 

     "Of course the company will pay the doctor's bill," 

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