"I suppose this moccasin had better come off now, though it's going to give me trouble," he said with a rueful smile.
"No," advised Andrew, "not until the doctor comes; he should be here directly. I'd like to see him, Mrs. Graham, but you'll want to talk to your husband. May I wait in the other room?"
She let him go and he spent an anxious half-hour. He heard the doctor arrive and Mrs. Graham hurry about the house—getting water and bandages, he thought. Then there was silence for a while, until the doctor entered the room where he was sitting.
"His foot's in a very bad state," he reported. "There's some risk of mortification, though I think it can be averted. I'll be able to tell you more in a day or two."
"Do you know of any surgeon in Winnipeg or Toronto you would like to bring out?"
"There's a good man in Winnipeg, which is much nearer. On the whole, it might be advisable to get his opinion."
"Then wire for him," said Andrew, "and send for a trained nurse if one can be had."
The doctor left and Andrew rose as Mrs. Graham came in.
"I'm afraid you'll find it hard to forgive me," he said.
Mrs. Graham looked troubled.