How came she here? In
spite of Dunwody's command many questions sprang to his own mind,
almost to his lips. Yet now he only gently took up the bandaged
arm.

"Pardon, my dear," he said quietly. "I must unwrap these bandages,
to see how well Eleazar has done his work--you know, these doctors
are jealous of each other! So now, easy, easy!"

He unrolled the rude bandages which, if not professionally applied,
at least had held their own. He examined the splints, hummed to
himself meantime.

"Fine!" he exclaimed. "Excellent! Now indeed I shall be jealous.
The old man has done a job as good as I could have done myself!
There was no need of my coming at all. But I'm glad I came, my
dear."

"But you aren't going away. Doctor--you will not go back!"

He pursed a lip as he gazed down over his steel bowed glasses. "I
ought to get back, my dear, because I have other patients, don't
you see, and it's a long ride. Why can't you let me go? You're
young and healthy as a wild deer. You're a perfectly splendid
girl. Why, you'll be out of this in a couple of weeks. How did
you happen to fall that way?"

[Illustration: Why can't you let me go?]

She nodded toward the window. "I fell out--there--I was
frightened."

"Yes, yes, of course--sleep walking, eh?"

Jamieson took snuff very vigorously. "Don't do it again. But
pshaw! If I were as young and strong as you are, I'd have my arm
broken twice a week, just for fun."

"Doctor, you're going!" she exclaimed. "But you must do something
for me--you must be my friend."

"Certainly, my dear, why not? But how can I help you? Dunwody's
pledged me to professional secrecy, you know." He grinned, "Not
that even Warv' Dunwody can run me very much."

He looked down at her, frowning, but at that moment turned to the
door as he heard Dunwody's step.

"How do you find the patient, Doctor?" asked Dunwody. Jamieson
moved a hand in cheerful gesture to his patient.

"Good-by, my dear. Just get well, now. I'm coming back, and then
we'll have a talk. Be good, now, and don't walk in your sleep any
more." He took Dunwody by the shoulder and led him out.

"I don't like this, Dunwody," he said, when they were out of
earshot of the room. "What's going on here? I'm your doctor, as we
both know; but I'm your friend, too. And we both know that I'm a
gentleman, and you ought to be. That's a lady there. She's in
trouble--she's scared e'en a'most to death. Why? Now li