n as the skunk."

"'Voila!' exclaimed Pierre, holding the animal up for our admiration.
'Dis feex him queek."

"'Ah! Mon Dieu!' exclaimed his wife, covering her face with her apron.
But, whether from devotion to his art or from affection for his
brother, Pierre persisted in carrying out his treatment. He laid the
animal, cleft and pungently odorous, upon the patient. Needless to say,
I surrendered the case at once."

The doctor's manner of telling the story was so extremely droll that
both The Don and Shock were convulsed with laughter.

"Yes, they need a hospital, I should say," said The Don, when they had
recovered.

"Well," said Shock, "we shall go up and have a look at it."

The result of their visit to the Pass was that within a few weeks a
rough log building was erected, floored, roofed in, chinked with moss,
and lined with cotton, lumbermen and miners willingly assisting in the
work of building.

The Don became much interested in the whole enterprise. He visited the
various lumber camps, laid the scheme before the bosses and the men,
and in a short time gathered about two hundred dollars for furnishing
and equipment.

Shock left him to carry out the work alone, but after two weeks had
passed he was surprised to receive a message one day that the young
doctor was cutting things loose up in the Pass. With a great fear at
his heart Shock rode up the next day. The first man whom he met in the
little, straggling village was Sergeant Crisp of the North-West Mounted
Police, a man of high character, and famed in the Territories alike for
his cool courage and unimpeachable integrity.

"Up to see the young doctor?" was the Sergeant's salutation. "You will
find him at Nancy's, I guess," pointing to where a red light shone
through the black night. "Do you want me along?"

"No, thank you," said Shock. "I think I had better go alone."

For a moment he hesitated.

"How does one go in?" he enquired.

"Why, turn the handle and walk right in," said the Sergeant, with a
laugh. "You don't want to be bashful there."

With a sickening feeling of horror at his heart Shock strode to the
red-light door, turned the handle, and walked in.

In the room were a number of men, and two or three women in all the
shameless dishabille of their profession. As Shock opened the door a
young girl, with much of her youthful freshness and beauty still about
her, greeted him with a foul salutation.

Shock shrank back from her as if s