"You've got the mold," said the doctor, "why don't you turn them out properly?" "If you don't like my way, do it yourself," replied Tommy. "What!" cried the doctor; "getting impudent, are you? I'll have to give you a dose of salts and senna, young man." "If you catch me." "That won't give me much trouble," replied Dr. Slasher, who proceeded to fill a glass with a nauseous-looking fluid. When the dose was ready he called to Tommy to come and drink it. "Not much," said Tommy. "I order you to take it, and if you don't, I'll make you." "You've got to spell able," was Tommy's reply, as he moved toward the door. The doctor tried to intercept him, but as the boy had reckoned, he stuck his wooden leg into one of the holes, and was held fast. Putting his finger to his nose, in token of derision, Tommy ran below and securely fastened the large stone to the end of the wooden leg. "Now I've got him hard and fast," said Tommy to himself. In vain the doctor tried to extricate himself; he was, as it were, rooted to the spot. Returning to the room, Tommy seized the glass containing the salts and senna. "Drink this," he ordered. "I won't. Am I to be dictated to by a boy?" replied the doctor. "What on earth is the matter with my leg?" "I've made it fast below. It's anchored." "You scoundrel! I'll have you arrested. I'll give you six months. Go and undo my leg." "Not yet. You've got to take your medicine. Your blood wants cooling off. I'll give you some leeches presently." Tommy held the medicine to the doctor's lips, and forced him to drink the contents, which very soon had a griping effect. "Oh!" he cried, putting his hands to his vest, "this is awful!" "Will you ever put leeches on me again?" said Tommy. "Never in the wide world. Let me go, there's a good boy. I'll make you a handsome present. I will indeed." "Do you forgive me, and promise never to say a word about this?" "Yes, yes." "Then I'll undo the stone, but jest mind how you attack a poor boy another time. I'm my own best friend, if I am alone in a strange country." "I'll be a father to you, Tommy." "Yes, you will, over the left; but I'll let up on you this time, boss," said Tommy, who went downstairs and untied the stone. Aided by Bobsey, he pulled the doctor out of the unpleasant predicament in which he was placed, and set him down on a chair. After a while the doctor said: "Here's sixpence for you both. Run up to Mr. Garretson's with this medicine, and let me know how he is." On arriving at Mr. Garretson's house, they were informed that the gentleman in question was dead. "Could we see him, miss?" inquired Bobsey. "The corpse is in that room on the left," replied the girl, pointing to a door. "You can go in, but I can't stay, as I've got my work to do downstairs." The two boys entered the room where the dead body of Mr. Garretson was lying. He was a little man, about seventy, and had died of some internal complaint, which had defied the skill of his physician.