"Yes, I know; and you are so clever. It is all right, and he will soon be better."
The doctor groaned, and bent over his patient, exchanging glances with his wife—looks both full of despair.
Phra stepped to the doctor's side, and caught him fiercely by the arm.
"You frighten me," he whispered excitedly. "Don't say he is very bad!"
"Look," said the doctor sadly, and he pointed to the horrible appearance of his young patient's arm. "It is of no use to disguise it, Phra: the poison of these dreadful reptiles is beyond a doctor's skill."
"But do something—do something!" cried Phra angrily. "You are only standing and looking on. You must—you shall do more."
Mrs. Cameron rose and took the lad's hands, drawing them aside.
"Be patient, Phra," she whispered. "My husband is doing everything that is possible."
"But it is so dreadful," cried Phra. "I saw some one die from a snake-bite, and he looked just like that. But there was no doctor then. Can't he do something more?"
Mrs. Cameron shook her head.