[With a snort of anger, the Doctor throws his lancet into his saddle-bags, snaps them together, and starts for the gate.]
Abe
[Following the Doctor to gate.]
Doctor——!
Doctor
What do ye want——?
Abe
[Seizing his hand.]
Please don't go—I'm mighty sorry we made ye mad—I didn't go to do it—you see——
[He falters.]