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"Oh, I wouldn't do that," said Peter, who was moved to say it from the same feeling which induced the old woman to pray for long life to the tyrant for fear they might get a worse to rule over them. "Doctor'll make him better. Rum-looking little chap."
"I mean, you need half an hour to an hour's hardest kind of work right here every day, reg'lar as meals." Queed started as though he had been stung. He cleared his throat nervously. "That's where you got it dead wrong. You can't afford not to take the time. Any doctor'll tell you the same as me, that you'll never finish your book at all at the clip you're hitting now.
Tell her I'm asleep the doctor'll be here directly; ask him to make up some humbug for you it's his business." He was seized by a violent fit of pain which seemed to stab his breath away, and when it was over signed that he would be left alone.
"There," he said reassuringly, "don't try to tell me now. See! He's breathing more regular! I expect the doctor'll pull him through." Nance's hands, relieved of the immediate necessity for action, were clasping and unclasping nervously. "Dan," she burst out, "I got to tell you something! Birdie Smelts has got me a place in the 'Follies. I been on a couple of nights.
Why, if that raft capsized they'd chew us up like reddishes. I'm not going to risk that, my lad. I've got a character to lose, you see. I'm making this raft, and I want it to be a raft as you and the doctor'll be proud on a raft as we can row or sail or go fishing with." "Yes, fishing," said Carey, eagerly. "When am I to have that line and try for something?"
The captain continued, his face brightening, his voice full of hope: "And your troubles are all over now, Miss Jane; your name will be cleared up, and so will Archie's, and the doctor'll git his own, and Lucy kin look everybody in the face. See what Bart says," and he handed her the open letter. Jane read it word by word to the end and handed it back to the captain.
'Can you see any moisture on it? he asked, taking it to the light, but none of them could detect the slightest dimness. 'I do wish the doctor would be quick, said Milly. 'Doctor'll be no use, John remarked gruffly, returning to gaze again at the immovable face. 'Except for an inquest, he added.
Lemuel ignored the latter. "The doctor'll be here at about eleven," he announced. "Mind you listen to all he says and get Flavilla into a clean nightgown and sheets." "What's the matter with your tending to her?" Bella demanded. "I won't be here; not till night. I'm going to put up hay with one of the farmers. I hear they're in a hurry and offering good money." Bella's expression was strange.
"Ay, ay, I'll see about it," mumbled the old woman; "that'll fetch a doctor quick enough, you may be sure." She made her way slowly and painfully down the creaking stairs, and after a while returned. "Doctor'll be here soon, ma'am, I'll warrant," she said. Lady Oldfield sat on the box by the bed, watching her son's wild stare and gesticulations in silent misery.
"Where's the brandy?" he asked. "The doctor'll have a drink afore he turns out into the night." "No, I thank you, Mr. Stephen," said the young surgeon. "Won't take it from me? Well, I thank ye all the same." He led his guest forth, let him out by the wicket, and returned to the kitchen. "Lads," said he, "the night's foggy yet. You may slip away to your homes, if you go quiet.
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