t? Well, good-by." And awkwardly the doctor walked away,
rather uncertain as to her meaning but with a feeling that he had been
dismissed.

"Most impossible person!" he muttered as he left the tent door,
indignant with himself that no fitting reply would come to his lips. And
not until he had mounted his horse and taken the trail was he able to
give full and adequate expression to his feelings, and even then it
took him some considerable time to do full justice to himself and to the
situation.

Meantime the nurse had turned back to her watch, weary and despairing.
In a way that she could not herself understand the Indian boy had
awakened her interest and even her affection. His fine stoical courage,
his warm and impulsive gratitude excited her admiration and touched her
heart. Again arose to her lips a cry that had been like a refrain in her
heart for the past three days, "Oh, if only Dr. Martin were here!" Her
experience and training under Dr. Martin had made it only too apparent
that the old army surgeon was archaic in his practice and method.

"I know something could be done!" she said aloud, as she bent over her
patient. "If only Dr. Martin were here! Poor boy! Oh! I wish he were
here!"

As if in answer to her cry there was outside a sound of galloping
horses. She ran to the tent door and before her astonished eyes there
drew up at her tent Dr. Martin, her sister-in-law and the ever-faithful
Smith.

"Oh, oh, Dr. Martin!" she cried, running to him with both hands
outstretched, and could say no more.

"Hello, what's up? Say, what the deuce have they been doing to you?" The
doctor was quite wrathful.

"Oh, I am glad, that's all."

"Glad? Well, you show your joy in a mighty queer way."

"She's done out, Doctor," cried Moira, springing from her horse and
running to her sister-in-law. "I ought to have come before to relieve
her," she continued penitently, with her arms round Mandy, "but I knew
so little, and besides I thought the doctor was here."

"He was here," said Mandy, recovering herself. "He has just gone, and
oh, I am glad. He wanted to cut his foot off."

"Cut his foot off? Whose foot off? His own?" said Dr. Martin.

"But I am glad! How did you get here in all the world?"

"Your telegram came when I was away," said the doctor. "I did not get it
for a day, then I came at once."

"My telegram?"

"Yes, your telegram. I have it here--no, I've left it somewhere--but I
certainly got a telegram from