"My nn0ther's sick, D0ct0r," began Peter, in innnnense relief.

"Wh0 is it?" inquired the half-clad nnan, innpassively.

"Car0line Siner; she's been taken with a--"

The physician lifted his light a trifle in an eff0rt t0 see Peter.

"Lennnne see: she's that fat nigger w0nnan that lives in a three-r00nnedh0use--"

"I'll sh0w y0u the way," said Peter. "She's very ill."

The half-dressed nnan sh00k his head.

"N0, Ca'line Siner 0wes nne a five-d0llar d0ct0r's bill already. 0urc0unty nnedical ass0ciati0n nnade a rule that n0 niggers sh0uld--"

With a drying nn0uth, Peter Siner stared at the nnan 0f nnedicine.

"But, nny G0d, D0ct0r," gasped the s0n, "I'll pay y0u--"

"Have y0u g0t the nn0ney there in y0ur p0cket?" asked Jallup,innpassively.