explained mildly, as we came to the
turn of the hall. "I'll unlock it; and when Barbara's ready to be taken
home, we can get her out without every one gaping at her."

He was still at the lock, his back to me, when a door up front slammed,
and a Spanish Cavalier came bustling down the corridor, pulling off a
mask to show me Bowman's face, announcing,

"I think you want me in there. That girl should have competent medical
attention."

"She has that already," I spoke over my shoulder. "And if she hadn't, do
you think she'd let you touch her, Bowman? Man, you've got no human
feeling. If you had a shred, you'd know that to her it is as true you
tried to take Worth's life with your lying testimony as it is that
Vandeman murdered Worth's father with a gun."

"Hah!" the doctor panted at me; he was fairly sober, but still a bit
thick in the wits. "You people ain't classing me with this crook
Vandeman, are you? You can't do that. No--of course--Laura's set you all
against me."

Edwards straightened up from the door. With his first look at that
fierce, dark face, the doctor began to back off, finally scuttling
around the turn into the main hall at what was little less than a run.

They had Barbara sitting in the big Morris chair while they finished
adjusting bandages and garments. Our young cub of a doctor, silver
buttoned velveteen coat off, sleeves rolled up, hailed us cheerily,

"That bullet went where it could get the most blood for the least harm,
I'd say. Have her all right in a jiffy. At that, if it had been a little
further to one side--"

And I knew that Edward Clayte's bullet--Bronson Vandeman's--had narrowly
missed Barbara's heart.

"This wonderful girl!" the doctor went on with young enthusiasm, as he
bandaged and pinned. "Sitting up there, wounded as she was, and
forgetting it, she looked to me more than human. Sort of effect as
though light came from her."

"I was ashamed of myself back there in the Square, Mr. Boyne," Barbara's
voice, good and strong, cut across his panegyric. "Never in my life did
I feel like that before. My brain wasn't functioning normally at all. I
was confused, full of indecision." She mentioned that state, so
painfully familiar to ordinary humanity, as most people would speak of
being raving crazy. "It was agonizing," she smiled a little at the
others. "Poor Mr. Boyne helping me along--we'd got somehow into a crowd.
And I was just a lump of flesh. I hardly knew where we were. Then