“Put it up,” said the Doctor, “and don’t talk so much.” He lingered nervously on the druggist’s steps, looking up and down the street. He had sent a boy to order the stable–man to harness his gig. By–and–by, the druggist put his head out of the door. “I’ve got some asafœtida pills,” he said, “that are kind o’ tired, and half a pound of whale–oil soap that’s higher’n Haman—“ “Put ’em in!” said the Doctor, grimly, as he saw Zenobia coming in sight far down the street. She came up while the Doctor was waiting for the bolus. Twenty–three boys were watching them, although it was only seven o’clock in the morning. [Illustration] “Down, Zenobia!” said the Doctor, thoughtlessly, as he might have addressed a dog. He was talking with the druggist, and Zenobia was patting his ear with her trunk. Zenobia sank to her knees. The Doctor did not notice her. She folded her trunk about him, lifted him to her back, rose, with a heave and a sway, to her feet, and started up the road. The boys cheered. The Doctor got off on the end of an elm–branch. His descent was watched from nineteen second–story windows. His gig came to meet him at last, and he entered it and drove rapidly out of town, with Zenobia trotting contentedly behind him. As soon as he had passed Deacon Burgee’s house, he drew rein, and Zenobia approached, while his perspiring mare stood on her hind–legs. “Zenobia—pill!” said the Doctor. As she had often done in her late illness, Zenobia opened her mouth at the word of command, and swallowed the infernal bolus. Then they started up again, and the Doctor headed for Zenobia’s tent. But Zenobia’s pace was sluggish. She had been dodging about the woods for two nights, and she was tired. When the Doctor whipped up, she seized the buggy by any convenient projection, and held it back. This damaged the buggy and frightened the horse; but it accomplished Zenobia’s end. It was eleven o’clock before Jake Bumgardner’s “Half–Way–House” loomed up white, afar down the dusty road, and the Doctor knew that his round–about way had at length brought him near to the field where the circus–tent had been pitched. He drove on with a lighter heart in his bosom. He had not heard Zenobia behind him, for some time. He did not know what had become of her, or what she was doing, but he learned later.