“Come here, you. Put your hand in that solution. Hold it there a minute. Does it nip?”
Mauney nodded.
“Well, let it nip. Now take your hand out. Stand up straight. Hold it out here.”
Horne pressed the blade deeply into the tissues, then withdrew it. Looking up into his patient’s face:
“Did you feel it?”
“Just a little, Doctor,” said Mauney, biting his lip.
“Don’t you faint, Bard!”
“I’m not going to.”
“Yes you are!”
“I am not!” insisted Mauney as the color returned to his face.