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servancesin Tophet, and tryingto resign
myself to dull afternoon. The bay
appeared tc be unusually slothful, but
I let him choose his own pace, and away
we dawdled toward our destination.
The sufferer proved to be convalescing
satisfactorily, but the doctors visit
was an event of importance, and half
an hour passed before could get away
from the sick room. Then came slow
progress back to the Weston residence.
AS I drove up to it, Miss Gray emerged
from my office, caught sight of me, and
called TO some one within. A moment
later DR.. Banks followed her, and hur-
ried out to the road.
Is. ''For Gods sake, Morris, come in as
Quick as you can," he cried. There's
been o terrible piece of business"
!, Reassured as to Dorothy Gray safety
by the sight of her, and therefore ready
to deal courageously with the misfor.
tune Of anybody else, sprang to the
ground and followed Banks into the Of
dce., There on lounge lay Jones,
his face ashen pale, his eyes closed, and
his breathing was heavy and sterto-
rous, and broken by low means. His
right boot and the leg of his trousers
had been cut away, revealing the limb
crushed from the knee down into q
terrible wreck of bone and muscle,
with a jagged fragment Of the tibia pro-
truding from the skin.
Banks eyes caught mine for an in
slant; both of us read the meaning Of
the look we exchanged.
mo alternative" said he.
'.The sooner the better" added. =.
Tho senior glanced 1T his disabled
arm. ~
'''This puts Inc out OF it." said he,
except as may manage to administer
the anaesthetic. Have you ever con-
Quoted such an operation?"
1'Never. saw plenty of the sort in
my student days, but since then-well.
I've never pretended to be q surgeon,
you understand"
''Nor, to tell the truth, have T.. IN
fact, I've always hated to see the knife
used. But there's no question here"
'.Let US send to BASKERVILLE for Fow-
Ter. I've heard he's a clever operator"
"He is: the idea had already sug-
gested itself to me. But it will mean
four or five hours-perhaps more. And
whom shall we send? I'm too crippled
to be Of any use, and you ought to stay
here"
''My horse is ready" said l.. ''Now
for a messenger" =
"Why not let me go?" suggested Doro.
thy Gray. She had been standing behind
us SO quietly that we had forgotten her
presence. II know the road" she went
ON, ''and think can manage the horse
without trouble.'' *
''The very person." cried Banks, be-
fore I could utter an objection. miss
Gray understands the circumstances
better than any Of US. If we send
boy he'll middle the story so that
Fowler won't be able to make head or
tail Of it.
'But-"I began.
.'Now, DIR. Morris, please don't OBJ
ject" she broke in. "There is not the
ghost of reason why should not go.
I realize what DR.. Fowler is to do, the
operation he will have to perform. I'm
not bit afraid of the horse. Besides,
as DIR. Banks says, there must be no
delay; every moment is precious.
Please let me start at once"
II don't like the idea,' protested,
but rather feebly in the face Of her en-
treaty. It had come, by this time, to
be hard to deny her anything.
: "After his timely assistance to me-"
she went on, sit is only fair that I
should be allowed to reciprocate, to do
some little thing to prove my graft
tude." , ..
Every we'll, go, them said I, shortly;
but in the heart of me there was d
vague feeling Of relief THAT she should
so soon repay her obligations to the
man from whom l certainly had no
good to expect: it was better for them
ito be quits as speedily as possible.
'She will round out a useful day by
bringing Fowler here, " said DR.. Banks,
us we stood watching her hurry off her
hat and gloves. ibid you know that it
was she who found him?''
mo-" answered. GLOW did it hap
Pen?"
Her aunt, it seems, must have been
good deal worried about the mans
failure to return with his team, and
ito ease her mind Miss Gray promised to
keep lookout for him. At last Mrs.
tLoring had to start for the village, but
meantime Miss Gray had caught some
Of her aunt's fears, and, as soon as she
was free, off she started ON a hunt of
her own. She followed the wagon
tracks almost to the house Of that lone
some patient Of yours, Morris. Then
the trail turned to the .sout Inward, al
most skirting the edge of the bog. 1t
was q queer route to pick out for haul
ing heavy load, and soon she had cause
20 believe that Jones had found the
Dad rough, fol. in one place she saw
clap Of gravel which undoubtedly had
etaSbn dumped out of the wagon in some
"a iy. The ground Whereabouts is very
owl' sort Of hollow, in fact--and in
he 4 depression she found herself out Of
I9hht Of this house. III the other di-
eot zion she could get q glimpse of your
atis.snt's dwelling, but nobody seemed !
) SbNe stirring about the place. Not
, ,aany yards beyond the gravel She dis
ove1&ed Jones, lying unconscious on
lie aground, with the ruts showing
.heras the wheels Of the wagon had
assedsNl over His LED. He came TO q bit,
tter SHE reached him, and she was able
!, ,nalke out that He had slipped under