ow well you can imitate my voice, and how much
you have profited by listening to my song. In other words, before day
calls, I want you to take my place so successfully that you deceive her,
and give me time to make a trip to town. There are a few things that
must be done, and I think I can work faster in the night. Will you?"

Doctor Carey bent over the bed. Gently he slipped a practised hand under
the Harvester's and made the next stroke down the white arm. Gradually
he took possession of the thin hands and his touch fell on the masses of
dark hair. As the Harvester arose the doctor took the seat.

"You go on!" he ordered gruffly. "I'll do better alone."

The Harvester stepped back. The doctor's touch was easy and the Girl lay
quietly for an instant, then she moved restlessly.

"You must be still now," he said gently. "The moon is up, the lake is
all white, and the birds are flying all around. Lie still or you'll make
yourself worse. Stiller than that! If you don't you can't hear things
courting. The ducks are quacking, the bull frogs are croaking, and
everything. Lie still, still, I tell you!"

"Oh good Lord, Doc!" groaned the Harvester in desperation.

The Girl wrenched her hands free and her head rolled on the pillow.

"Harvester! Harvester!" she cried.

The doctor started to arise.

"Sit still!" commanded the Harvester. "Take her hands and go to work,
idiot! Give her more sedative, and tell her I'm coming. That's the word,
if she realizes enough to call for me."

The doctor possessed himself of the flying hands, and gently held and
stroked them.

"The Harvester is coming," he said. "Wait just a minute, he's on the
way. He is coming. I think I hear him. He will be here soon, very soon
now. That's a good girl! Lie still for David. He won't like it if you
toss and moan. Just as still, lie still so I can listen. I can't tell
whether he is coming until you are quiet."

Then he said to the Harvester, "You see, I've got it now. I can manage
her, but for pity sake, hurry man! Take the car! Jim is asleep on the
back seat----Yes, yes, Girl! I'm listening for him. I think I hear him!
I think he's coming!"

Here and there a word penetrated, and she lay more quietly, but not in
the rest to which the Harvester had lulled her.

"Hurry man!" groaned the doctor in a whispered aside, and the Harvester
ran to the car, awakened the driver and told him he had a clear road to
Onabasha, to speed up.

"Where to?" asked t