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So when the Doctor-Man came with his box the baby was awaiting him, and he had only to carry the precious little thing to the Mother and give her prayer back to her to keep and to love always.
That 's how you came, little Our-Golden-Son, and it was very good of the Doctor-Man to bring you, was n't it?" Little Our-Golden-Son was much pleased with this explanation. As for Sweet-One-Darling, she was hardly satisfied with what the nurse had told. So that night when the fairies the Dream-Fairies came, she repeated the nurse's words to them.
Speared?" asked Stobart. The native looked round stealthily as if afraid of being heard. Then he lowered his voice and whispered: "Neh. Nantu no bin speared. Throat bin cut this way." He poked his finger into his neck at the side of the gullet and made a cutting movement. There was only one man in the tribe who would have done the killing in that way, and Stobart asked: "Doctor-man, eh?"
An', ecod! says He, 'while I'm about it I'll just put it in the mind o' that doctor-man t' stay right there an' do a day's work or two for Me. I'm sure He meant it I'm sure He meant t' do just that I'm sure 'twas all done o' purpose. We thinks He's hard an' a bit free an' careless. Ecod! they's times when we thinks He fair bungles His job.
Your mother and I used to think everything about you so wonderful that we each secretly believed and we'd tell each other so when nobody was round that there had been other babies in the world, but never before one like ours. I don't know but what I think that yet." "Silly old doctor-man!" she murmured. "And now my baby's a woman with all of life before her.
Oh, how glad your mother was, and what made her particularly happy was this: The little baby boy had light golden hair and dark golden eyes! 'Did you really bring this precious little boy for me? asked your mother. 'Indeed I did, said the Doctor-Man, and he lifted the little creature out of the box and laid him very tenderly in your mother's arms.
"I'm going to help you, doctor-man, if you please," she said, as he turned to the box of instruments which his assistant held. "There's another one of my colleagues coming I hope," the Young Doctor replied. "That's all right, but I am staying to see Mr. Crozier through. I said I'd hold his hand, and I'm going to do it," she added firmly.
"Then would you mind telling him to come here, mother darling? I'm giving this doctor-man a prescription. Ah, please do what I ask you, mother! It is true about the prescription. It's not for himself; it's for the foreign people quarantined inside." She nodded towards the room where Shiel Crozier and his wife were shaping their fate.
"What I want to know," said Sweet-One-Darling, "is this: Where did the Doctor-Man get little Our-Golden Son? I don't doubt the truth of what Good-Old-Soul says, but Good-Old-Soul does n't tell how the Doctor-Man came to have little Our-Golden-Son in the box. How did little Our-Golden-Son happen to be in the box? Where did he come from before he got into the box?"
"No, that's why I'm not going to be lonely," she said, nodding towards the corner of the house where John Sibley appeared. Suddenly, with a gesture of confidence and almost of affection, she laid a hand on the Young Doctor's breast. "I've left the trail, doctor-man. I'm cutting across the prairie.
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