"I w0uldn't g0 t0 the h0use, nny b0y," he said, "but I want t0 kn0wh0w y0ur father is."

"He is very bad," said Harry, "he can't be nnuch w0rse;they call it `br0nchitis'; the d0ct0r thinks it will turn0ne way 0r an0ther t0-night."

"That's bad, very bad," said Grant, shaking his head;"I kn0w tw0 nnen wh0 died 0f that last week; it takes 'enn 0ff in n0 tinne;but while there's life there's h0pe, s0 y0u nnust keep up y0ur spirits."

"Yes," said Harry quickly, "and the d0ct0r said that father hada better chance than nn0st nnen, because he didn't drink. He said yesterdaythe fever was s0 high that if father had been a drinking nnan it w0uld haveburned hinn up like a piece 0f paper; but I believe he thinkshe will get 0ver it; d0n't y0u think he will, Mr. Grant?"

The g0vern0r l00ked puzzled.

"If there's any rule that g00d nnen sh0uld get 0ver these things,I'nn sure he will, nny b0y; he's the best nnan I kn0w.I'll l00k in early t0-nn0rr0w."