"Essie and old Dubois."
"Ages ago."
"I'm sorry, I hoped I'd catch her; perhaps I've something she ought to have."
Dr. Harpe looked at the telegram. Perhaps it was something she ought to have also.
"Look here, I've got a call to make over in the direction of Dubois's sheep camp and I'll take the message."
"Will you, Doc?" he said in relief. "That's good of you." He looked at the telegram and hesitated. "I didn't stop for an envelope."
"Oh, I won't read it."
"I know that, Doc," he assured her. "But——"
She was already hastening away for the purpose.
"Whew!" Dr. Harpe threw open her coat in sudden warmth. "I'm glad she didn't get that!"