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So Gilmore darted off the rock and fled screaming and whimpering, going as fast as a starvation-ridden
string of bones could travel. Dr. Karl Linningen caught him easily, although the doctor was a portly,
languid individual who secretly believed that exercise was poisonous.

THE schooner yacht, by name the Mary Too, sailed southward and westward over the heaving cold
green seas, eventually rounding to the south of the Canadian-owned island of Campobello, and beating
up through the narrowing tidal channel of Lubec, a small fishing village which is the most easternmost
settlement in the United States, as far east in Maine as one can travel on dry land.

Dr. Karl Linningen, who was a psychiatrist by profession, and quite deserving of the title eminent, had by
that time spent a goodly interval probing at Gilmore's body, and fishing in Gilmore's mind, and Dr. Karl
was a puzzled man.

The tide in the rip that squirts past Lubec's stony chin was running a hellish stream when the Mary Too
careened in, passed the stone jetty, wallowed about and labored into smoother water just off the docks
where the sardine boats unloaded, and dropped anchor.

Dr. Karl immediately prepared to go ashore. Of the several guests aboard, none were doctors, because
Dr. Karl felt that a man should get away from the familiar in order to relax. "You turn a race-horse into a
pasture with other race-horses, and he's going to continue acting like a race-horse," was the way he
phrased it. "When I'm on vacation, I want plow-horses in my pasture. One of the plow-horses was Bill
Williams; a sports announcer on the radio, and the others were a broker, a shoe-shop owner, and three
insurance men.

"You seem hell-bent to get ashore remarked Bill Williams, noting the doctor's preparations."

"That's right."

"Going to be gone long?"

"Don't know."

"What about our wild boy off the island?" Bill Williams asked. "Want to prescribe any medicine to give
him in case you're gone a while?"

"He's the reason I'm in a hurry to get ashore," Dr. Karl muttered. "You can have him." Dr. Karl grinned
wryly. "But keep him around until I get back, will you?"

"You mean if he wants to go ashore, tell him he can't?"

"In a gentlemanly way."

"And in case the gentlemanly way doesn't work, then what shall we do?"

Dr. Karl examined Bill Williams' considerable length, noting there were still a few signs of the old football
framework under the lazy lard, and said, "I imagine you could manage suitable restraint, Bill."

"What is the legal leg I stand on while restraining?" Bill Williams asked.