"Washed away? How did you get over then?"
"My horse swam."
"Well, I'll tell you," said the doctor. "I'm about used up, and have just come in from a hard ride. You call Dr. Green. He's a young man, just settled here. I don't want to be hoggish with him. Call Dr. Green."
Dr. Green was a young homœopathist who had come to the village the year before. It was said that Dr. Cummings did not like him, also that Dr. Green reciprocated the sentiment.
"Shall I tell Dr. Green that you sent me for him?" I asked, as I got on my horse.
Dr. Cummings did not reply.
I then went to Dr. Green's door, and did my errand there. "Have you been for Dr. Cummings?" was his first question.
"Yes," said I, "and he sent me to you."
"He's a shirk," said the young doctor, "but I'll go."
He came out directly, saddled his own horse and set off with me, asking no questions about the road. It still rained, and the wind was in our faces. I led the way. The doctor followed. He kept up pretty well. He had on a suit of yellow oil-skin, and I could see that some ways back.