“You think there is fresh danger?”
“No, my child, the danger has always been great enough. They want me to go and see a man at the mine—one Sturgess.”
Dinah started and shuddered. The Doctor noticed it, and thought of her father’s words.
“You would rather I did not go.”
“I don’t like you leaving me, but if it is urgent—”
“They fear the man is dying.”
“As we forgive them that trespass against us,” rose to Dinah’s brain. “Yes, Doctor, you must go,” she said softly; and he nodded his head.
“Good girl,” he said, and he left her.—“Ah, Janet, my child, why were you not like that? My training, I suppose.—Now, sir, I am ready.”
Robson started from his seat in the porch, and led the way toward the mine, relating all he knew of the case to the Doctor as they went.
“He was alone in the mine one morning, sir, and had a nasty fall. He injured his shoulder a good deal, and refused to have any medical advice till it had all gone bad. He said the doctors were fools, and that a bandage and cold water were all that was necessary.”