"I don't see how it could be any worse." Jimmy controlled his emotion with an effort. "If it were just common sickness, but--but he's lost some of his buttons--bughouse, crazy you know,--" his giggle turned into a sob again, and Perkins, bearing up under his trouble, took the thread of the story.
"You see, Doctor, we are musicians from Stanford, travelling through here; something has happened to one of our party; I don't know what's the matter: some hallucination."
"It struck him first at Santa Barbara," said Mason. "He thought that he was very ill one evening when he was tired; said he was sure he was coming down with appendicitis. We sent for Doctor----"
"Brown," filled in Perkins with presence of mind.
"A very able man; he stands high in the profession," said the doctor gravely.
All three being thus established on a common basis of mendacity, the head liar proceeded:
"The doctor couldn't find anything the matter, but the boy--he's only a Freshman, yo