Nothing had been said about rain -- but it did not make any difference . When the study clock finally struck twelve a drenched little figure crept stiffly down off Mr. Pollock 's tombstone , made its way into the manse and upstairs to bed . Carl 's teeth were chattering . He thought he would never get warm again . He was warm enough when morning came . Jerry gave one startled look at his crimson face and then rushed to call his father . Mr. Meredith came hurriedly , his own face ivory white from the pallor of his long night vigil by a death bed . He had not got home until daylight . He bent over his little lad anxiously . `` Carl , are you sick ? '' he said . `` That -- tombstone -- over here , '' said Carl , `` it 's -- moving -- about -- it 's coming -- at -- me -- keep it -- away -- please . '' Mr. Meredith rushed to the telephone . In ten minutes Dr. Blythe was at the manse . Half an hour later a wire was sent to town for a trained nurse , and all the Glen knew that Carl Meredith was very ill with pneumonia and that Dr. Blythe had been seen to shake his head . Gilbert shook his head more than once in the fortnight that followed . Carl developed double pneumonia . There was one night when Mr. Meredith paced his study floor , and Faith and Una huddled in their bedroom and cried , and Jerry , wild with remorse , refused to budge from the floor of the hall outside Carl 's door . Dr. Blythe and the nurse never left the bedside . They fought death gallantly until the red dawn and they won the victory .
Carl rallied and passed the crisis XXXXX safety .
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