Jimmy quickly recovered himself and sprang to his feet. Seeing
the blood streaming down the white shirt front of Miss Minerva's
unconscious beau, he gathered his wits together and took the
thread of events again into his own little hands. He flung
himself over the fence, careless of Sarah Jane this time, mounted
a chair and once more rang the telephone.
"Hello! Is that you, Miss Central? This is me some more.
Gimme Doctor Sanford's office, please."
"Hello! Is that you, Doctor? This is me. Mr. Algernon
Jones done kilt Miss Minerva's beau. He's on her back-porch
bloody all over. He's 'bout the deadest man they is. You 'd
better come toreckly you can and bring the hearse, and a
coffin and a clean shirt and a tombstone. He's wounded me
but I ain't dead yet. Good-bye."
Doctor Sanford received Jimmy's crazy message in astonishment.
He, too, rang the telephone again and again but could hear
nothing more, so he walked down to Miss Minerva's house and
rang the door-bell.
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