CHAPTER V 

TOM'S QUEER ACTIONS 

Sam did not know what to say or what to do. He realized more fully than ever that his brother was not himself. He was growing wilder and more irrational every moment. 

"Tom," he asked suddenly, "have you got those pills with you that the doctor gave you to take?" 

"Sure," was the ready answer. 

"Have you taken any lately?" 

"No. What's the use? They don't seem to help me." 

"Let me see them, please." 

"There they are." Tom brought the box from his pocket. "They might as well be bread pills, or Gumley's red ones," and he grinned for a moment at the recollection of the trick played on William Philander Tubbs. 

Sam took the box and looked at the directions carefully. "It says to take one three times a day when needed," he said. "You had better take one now, Tom. Come on." 

"It won't do any good, Sam." 

"Well, take one for me, that's a good fellow. Wait, I've got my pocket cup and I'll get some water." And he did so. 

"Oh, dear, you're bound to feed me pills," sighed Tom, and made a wry face as he swallowed the one Sam handed him. Sam kept the box, making up his mind that he would play nurse after this. 

"I guess we had better walk some more," said Tom, suddenly. "I hate sitting still. If we had the old _Dartaway_ I'd take a sail from here to San Francisco, or some other far-off place." 
What is his name?
his brother was not himself. He was growing wilder and more irrational every moment. 

"Tom," he asked suddenly,