The Holbrook news., 1922-12-15

the snow around the entrance, and walked swiftly down the road. Fifteen minutes later, from a hiding place at the side of the Clear creek bridge, he saw the lights of the ambulance as it swerved to the pumphouse. Out came the stretcher. The attendants went in search of the injured man. When they came forth again, they bore the form of Harry Harkins, and the heart of Fairchild began to beat once more with something resembling regularity. His partner-at least such was his hope and his prayer-was on the way to aid and to recovery, while Squint Rodaine would know nothing other than that he had wandered away. Grateful, lighter in heart than he had been for days, Fairchild plodded along the road in the tracks of the ambu- lance, as 1t headed back for town The news already had spread by the time he reached there; news travels fast Tn small mining camp. Fair child went to the hospital and to the side of the cot where Harry had been taken, to find the doctor there before him, already bandaging the wound on Harry's head and looking with con- cern now and then at the pupils of the unconscious mans eyes.
 Are you going to stay here with him?" the physician asked.
 "Yes," Fairchild said, in spite of aching fatigue and heavy eyes. The doctor nodded.
 Good. I don't know whether he's going to pull through or not. Of course, can't say-but 1t looks to me from his breathing and his heart ac- tion that he's not suffering as much from this wound as he is from some l sort of poisoning.
 We've given him apomorphine and 1t should begin to take effect soon. We're using the batteries too. You say that you're going to be here? That's help. They're shy nurse on this floor tonight, and I'm having pretty busy time of it. I'm very much afraid that poor old Judge Richmond's going to lay down his cross before morning."
 He's dying?" Fairchild said 1t with clutching sensation at his throat. The physician nodded.
 There's hardly a chance for him."
 The physician went, and Fairchild took his place beside the bed of the unconscious Harry. his mind divided between concern for his faithful part ner and the girl who, some time in the night, must say good-by forever to the father she loved.
 Judge Richmond was dying. What would that mean? What effect would 1t have upon the engagement of Anita and the man Fairchild hoped that she detested? What-then he turned at the entrance of the interne with the batteries.
 If you're going to be here all vidual, "it'll help me out lot if you'll use these batteries for me. Put them on at their full force and apply them to his cheeks, his hands, his wrists and the soles of his feet alternately From the way he acts, there's some sort of morphine poisoning. We can't tell what 1t is-except that it acts like a narcotic. And Lbout the only way we can pull him out is with these appli- | cations" The interne turned over the bat teries and went on about his work, while Fairchild, hoping with his heart that he had not placed an impeachment in the way of Harry's recovery by not telling what he knew of Crazy Laura and her connections, began his task. Midnight came and early morning. With dawn, the figure on the bed stirred slightly and groaned. Fair child looked up, to see the doctor just entering.
 q think he's regaining conscious ness."
 Good" The physician brought forth his hypodermic. That means bit of