human
I know him.
gpt
You do? cried Tom.
human
Who is he?
gpt
Name's Baxter, Josephus Baxter. He's a chemist, and he works in the fireworks factory here. Not as one of the hands, but in the experiment laboratory. I've seen him there late at night lots of times. That's how I got acquainted with him. He was going in around two o'clock one morning, and I stopped him, thinking he was a thief. He proved his identity, and I've passed the time of day with him many a time since.
human
Where does he live?
gpt
Down on Clay Street, and the officer mentioned the number.
human
He lives all alone, so he told me. He's some sort of an inventor, I guess. At least I judged so by his talk. Do you want an ambulance, Doctor?
gpt
No, I think he's coming around all right, was the answer.
human
If we had an auto we could send him home.
gpt
I'll take him in the runabout, eagerly offered Tom.
human
But if he lives all alone will it be safe to leave him in his house?
gpt
He ought to be looked after, I suppose, the doctor stated.
human
He'll be all right in a day or so if no complications set in, but he'll be weak for a while and need attention.
gpt
Then I'll take him home with me! announced Tom.
human
We have plenty of room, and Mrs. Baggert will feel right at home with some one to nurse. Bring the runabout here, will you please, Ned?