The doctor, after examining Kileto's throat, opened his book of medicine and searched in it for half an hour. Then after he was tired of not finding the right place to read, he said to Kileto, "Such sickness as you have is rarely found in other men. Your disease is called 'Sampaga' in our dialect. However, I will give you a prescription." "Doctor," said Kileto, "do you think I shall ever be cured of my sickness?" "Why, yes," answered the doctor; "only it will take several months before your disease can be cured. Perhaps, with the help of God and me, you will recover sooner. I want to ask you several questions. Will you answer me patiently?" "Yes," answered Kileto. "Well, do you smoke cigarettes?" "Yes, sir; three packages a day would not be sufficient." "Well, this is the first habit you must abstain from. Do you chew betel-nut?" "Yes, sir." "That is the second habit you must abstain from. Do you often go to church?" "Yes, sir; once in a year, if my wife happens to remind me of it." "You!--a Catholic!--or a pagan?" "I am both Catholic and pagan." "Well, well, if ever you expect to recover, these three things you must do--you must abstain from smoking, chewing betel-nut, and you must go to church every Sunday, for the purification of your soul." Kileto went home, somewhat relieved. He told his wife what the doctor bade him do. He did all that the doctor had ordered. He went to the church every day--morning and afternoon--praying the whole "rosario." Moreover, he confessed his sins to the priest. He abstained from smoking and from chewing betel-nut. Every day, after he had gone to church, he went to consult the doctor, who always gave him medicine. Almost all sorts of poisons to kill bacteria were prescribed. One day the doctor said to Kileto, "Do not come here for several days. I am going to study about your sickness. I will tell you the truth--you will die when your sampaga bursts." This statement of the doctor made Kileto very sad. After a week, Kileto consulted the doctor again. "I think," said the doctor, "I had better burn your 'sampaga.' What do you say?" "Well, you may do whatever you think best." "But no," rejoined the doctor; "I'd better inject medicine into your body." "All right, sir. I told you that you may do whatever you think best." Then the doctor injected medicine into Kileto's body. Kileto, because of the results of this injection, was displeased with the doctor, for he could hardly walk home.