I
must get out into the air."
He took a step forward, staggered, and would have fallen, if Ralph had not
jumped up and caught him.
"Here, I'll help you to the bed and open the window," he said. "Never
smoked before? Well, don't be discouraged; I was deathly sick first time
myself."
"I'm half blind and awfully sick," groaned Max, as he stretched himself on
the bed. "Does it last long? can a fellow get over it without taking any
medicine?"
"Oh, yes; you'll be all right after a little."
But Max was not all right when a servant came to the door to say that he
was wanted down-stairs, as the party from Ion were about to return home.
"Think you can get down with the help of my arm?" asked Ralph.
"Don't b'lieve he kin, Marse Ralph," remarked the servant, gazing
earnestly at Max. "What's de mattah wid de young gentleman? He's white as
de wall, and his eyes looks like glass."
"Hush, Sam! you'll frighten him," whispered Ralph. "Run down and ask my
brother Arthur to come up. Don't let anybody else hear you."
Max had tried to rise, but only to fall back again sicker than ever.
"Oh, but I'm sick, and how my heart beats!" he said.
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