Time Travelers Page #4

was going to another camp meeting.

I overheard somebody saying in a

part of town called "The Patch."

I know where that is.

I.' [ Piano]

[Barking]

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Well, well, Mr. Sharkey, I believe.

What a pleasure to find you, sir.

Perhaps you saw me at the

hospital, remember? My name is-

Never mind, mate. I'm in a hurry.

I'm on my way to glory.

Well, then, so am I.

Don't mind if I walk along

with you, do you? -l do.

The road to salvation should

be traveled alone, sir.

Oh, amen to that, sir.

Will it stop now and

then for a drink maybe?

Like back there at a

place called Barney's?

I only had water in that vile place.

What are you doing, man, following

me? -Sharkey, I need your help.

No, no, let me go. Let me go. I'm late for

- for hymn singing.

Now, listen to me. I have

a proposition for you. -No!

Sharkey-

Does money mean anything to you?

Now, that is a pretty sight.

What is it you'd

be wantin' me to do?

I could always use a little bit

more gold for the collection plate.

Now, I'm a doctor, you understand.

So you've nothing to worry about.

And you've been miraculously

cured of a very dangerous disease.

So now, I'm gonna give you a

chance to help save a thousand-

maybe even a million

souls. -What's that thing?

You're the only one

who can do it, Sharkey.

I'll pay you anything you like.

Sharkey, I'm sure some doctor

must have bled you at some time...

for the pox, or some other disorder?

Now, this is simply a new form of-

Sharkey!

[ Dogs Barking]

Need some help?

Oh, uh, yes. Yes,

Officer, I was just, uh-

This man seems to be

in some sort of trouble.

Can't you get him to his feet?

Or did you put him

there? -Of course not.

I suppose we better

ask him about that.

Seems out cold. Gimme a hand, will

ya? -Yes, he did seem to be drunk.

What's that in your hand?

[ Policeman Whistling]

[ Whistling Continues]

[ Whistling]

Did you see him? The gent. -He

turned in here. What'd he do?

He murdered a man. There's a

sailor back there, and he's dead.

[ Whistling Resumes ]

- [Whistling]

- [ Grunts, Sighs]

No. No! I ca

- I can't. No.

[ Muttering ]

No, you can't. No. No.

No, f- -Clinton,

wake up.

- [ Muttering]

-It's all right. Wake up.

What?

- [Chuckles] You must have been having a terrible dream.

You were sleeping so soundly. -Oh.

I was dreaming about

this little girl.

She was burning up with fever, and

I couldn't do anything about it.

Her name is Betty. -If you mean the

little girl upstairs, her name's Nancy.

Nancy johnson. I'm sure

she'll be all right.

No. She was in a parade.

She plays in the

band. She fell down.

She-

-She what?

Never mind.

The sun's going down.

-Well, of course.

Now maybe finally it'll

cool down a little.

I told you, I only wanted to take

a nap, not sleep all afternoon.

But you spelled Uncle josh last

night. He said to let you sleep.

Don't you see? It's Sunday evening.

I'm sorry, Doctor.

But you were so exhausted,

I saw no harm, and-

You certainly don't

look very well right now.

Where's Mr. Adams? -I-l

don't know. Don't you?

He went on an errand for me.

It shouldn't have taken this long.

It couldn't have. -Well, I'm

sure he's come to no harm.

[Sighs] He probably just

went out for a bite to eat.

Well. [Sighs] I guess

I'll get back to work.

Wait a minute.

Please forgive me.

I was very confused.

You've changed your clothes.

You look very, very pretty.

Uncle josh said that I should

also take you out for a good meal.

And then we can get back to

work. -No, I have to find jeff.

I'm gonna need your help. Now, I

know what direction he went in...

and where he was going

- let's go.

I'm sorry. I didn't

mean to bump you.

[Laughing] Are you sure

you're wide awake yet?

I'm all right. How faraway

is this Patch place?

Oh, a good mile or

more. -I'm sorry.

Maybe we better

take a taxi. -A what?

One of those buggy things.

[Sighs] Clinton, be careful!

Can I find you a hansom cab,

Miss Henderson? -I'm all right.

It's just so hot here.

-Yes, joe. Please.

Who was that? Who

were you talking to?

Clinton? What's wrong with you?

Clinton! Get help, Katherine!

[Chuckling]

What? -I'll bet this is something

those computers never counted on.

[Laughing]

I've got it, jane. [Laughing]

X. B. I've got woods fever.

[Shushing] It's all right.

[Blowing Nose]

- [ Fire Roaring]

-[ Horses Neighing]

[Gasps]

Oleary. wake up! O' Leary!

Mrs. Oleary, your

barn's on fire!

[Sirens Wailing,

Bells Clanging]

[ Horses Galloping]

[Neighing]

[ Man] "my "n, will ya?

Here. Lakeside Hospital.

Fast as possible.

Yes, sir.

Let's go. Come on!

Raise your head. Open

your mouth, Clinton.

Unclejosh. -Here. Tastes

better with a little wine, son.

Is he going to be all right?

Don't worry, honey. I'll

pull him through for you.

For me?

Well, I couldn't help noticin'

the way you looked at him.

I think he does look

a little like that...

young surgeon got himself killed

at Vicksburg back when you were 75.

Unclejosh, that has nothing

to do- -l know, I know.

I know.

[ Door Opening] -Sorry.

[ Door

Closing] -You're sorry!

And whatever for?

For mixing you up.

For mixing myself up.

Please just get well. For me?

[Softly] Please.

Don't go away for a while.

All right?

Whoa, boy. Whoa! -All right, look.

No matter how long it takes, I want you

to wait here. Now, do you understand?

Yeah. -I know I'm

gonna need you soon.

Will do, guvnor.

Whoa! Whoa. Whoa, baby.

Woods fever! -I'm sorry, Mr. Adams,

but we didn't know where you were-

we didn't know what to do.

- [ Muttering]

It's all right, Clinton.

Right now, what he

needs most is sleep.

So you better leave now. -No. l-l'm

sure that what he'd want is a, uh-

cortisone injection. -A what?

Your uncle is upstairs

at the moment, right?

Go up and get him, please. -But he's

busy with one of the women patients.

And he told me not to leave

Dr. Earnshaw. -Hurry, nurse.

There's no time to waste. It's perfectly

obvious that Clint wasn't able...

to tell Dr. Henderson about

his lymphatic allergies.

His what? -And if you're

adding calomel and quinine...

to the antibodies already in his system

- Well!

Hurry up! Get out of here.

Go! Go, go, go! Quick!

Clint! Clint! Wake up! -What? What?

I've got it! -Got it?

Got it? Got what? Wh-What-

The blood. The answer

you said you needed.

Sharkeys. Where's your bag?

Here. Here we are.

For comparison. You said it might

be what you needed for the answer.

[Softly] Where is it?

Here. Set it up on this.

- [Softly] Careful.

I couldn't get verymuch.

Chased him. He fell. He was killed.

I didn't mean to. -To kill him?

Jeff, don't you remember, you

said you can't change history?

But the cop said Sharkey was dead.

[Sighs]

Ifhe died...

he died from woods fever before

you took the blood sample.

I was wrong, j eff.

This doesn't mean a thing, except

maybe that Henderson was wrong, too...

and Sharkey wasn't cured at all.

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