“Upon my honour and conscience, sir, it isn't,” says Nick; “I couldn't get a doctor any where, for I've tried, or I wouldn't trouble you. It's my belief, Jack will die if you don't come at once.” “Go away,” says Surgeon Anderson; “go away, Nick; get out of that entirely!--Wasn't I sent for last winter, to a gentleman at the Roebuck, who had broken his leg?--and wasn't it yourself there, and the dirty bit of stick you stand upon tied up with a piece of rope?--and didn't you capture me that time, you blackguard?” “I did, I did: I'm sorry for that; but pray--” “And didn't you get a boy to bring me out o' my bed once, to a woman he said was at death's door?--and didn't I go, Nick?” “You did, you did.” “Ah! you facetious rogue! I know you're laughing at me now if I could see you:--and who should I meet, at the corner of the street, but your own sweet self, waiting for me?--And didn't you show me a woman lying asleep and drunk at the door of little Paddy Death, that keeps the whiskey shop, in Patrick street?--and, says you, with a grin, 'There's the woman at Death's door I'--didn't you, Nick?” “I know I did; but as I'm a living soul, sir--” “Go away, Nick go home and read the story of the boy and the wolf; and if harm happens your son, as it did him, it's your own doings, Nick! so good night! for I'm not to be had,--don't you see?” With that he shut the window, and wouldn't come; but, as luck would have it, when Timberleg got home, Jack was better, and didn't want physic till morning. It's often Nick threatened Surgeon Anderson, but he never had the luck to get him again; for when the surgeon heard that Nick's story was true, and was told of his threats, some say he strove hand and foot to keep out of Nick's clutches for fear, and so got on in the world dating his rise from the night Jack Forester wanted physic, and he wouldn't get up to give it him.