They walked toward the gate. Juan dismounted, slipped the reins over his
pony's head and held a note to Powell, saying, "From La Senora. El Senor
Glendon is seek."
The doctor hastened into the house, lighted a lamp and read;
_Dear Doctor:_
Will you come back with Juan? My husband is ill. He had a severe
chill, but is now in a stupor and I cannot rouse him. I do not know
what is the matter. Please hurry, for I am much alarmed.
Sincerely yours,