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"How is my patient?" he inquired. "Plumb well, of course. And how about this new one I thought I fixed him up before he came home. I've been grunting at Eleazar all the way, telling him it's all foolishness, my coming away out here he could have fixed Dunwody's leg up, somehow. I suppose you know the old man's son, Hector. He came along for good measure, I reckon."
"Don't talk so!" was all he could exclaim, feeling himself not wholly innocent of reproach. Dunwody's face flushed a deep red. He made no answer except to call aloud for the old house servant, Sally, who presently appeared. "Madam," said Dunwody, in a low voice, limping forward toward Josephine, "you and I must declare some sort of truce. The world has all gone helter-skelter.
But the society of St. Genevieve ah, well! And so on, very swimmingly. In the sick chamber Jamieson advanced with one glance at Dunwody's fevered face. "What's up, Dunwody?" said he. "What has gone wrong? Easy now, never mind." He shook his head over the results of his first scrutiny. He turned to Josephine, "Have you ever seen anybody hurt?" "I've been on two battlefields," said she.
Certainly Dunwody is for war and tumult. None of this late weak-kneed compromise for him! To have his own way that is Dunwody's creed of life. I thank God he is not going with us now. He might want his own way with you, from the fashion of his glances. Did you see? My word!" Young Carlisle fumed a shade more than might have seemed necessary for military reasons. Josephine St.
It was a voice white, Madame, Monsieur! Apparently it wept. Perhaps it had hunger." A sort of grim uncovering of his teeth was Dunwody's smile. He made no comment. His face was whiter than before. "Whose child was it?" demanded Josephine, motioning to the garments he still held in his hands. "Hers?" He shook his head slowly. "No." "Yours?" "No."
Dunwody's neighbors nodded also. Their host looked at them for a moment. "Are you here on any special errand but of course there must be something of the sort, to bring you two gentlemen so close on my trail." "We met up with these gentlemen down at the river," began Yates, "and from what they done told us, we thought we'd all better ride in along together, and have a little talk with you.
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."
"My dear Senator Dunwody," he said, "we were just passing down to the boat to see that the luggage is aboard. With you, I regret very much that your journey takes you from us." The sudden consternation which sat upon Dunwody's face was almost amusing. He was very willing to prolong this conversation.
His own eyes grew moist as he saw the twitching of the burned tissues under this infliction, but his hand was none the less steady. The edge of the great table was splintered where Dunwody's hands had grasped it. The flesh on the inside of his fingers was broken loose under his grip. Blood dripped also from his hands.
To Dunwody's imagination, although he could never settle it clearly in his mind, it seemed that a hand had pushed the hair back from his brow; that some one perhaps had arranged a pillow for him. Jamieson left the room and dropped into a chair in the hall, his face between his hands. "Sally," he whispered after a time, "whisky quick!"
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