"How is your patient, doctor?"
"Which one, for I have a number of patients just now?"
"The young man whose wound at the hands of the road-agents turned his brain."
"I see him daily, and he is about the same, like a child, mentally."
"They asked about him at W——, for the agent had received several letters regarding him."
"Ah!" said Doctor Dick, with interest. "What was their tenor?"
"That he had come out West upon a special mission, and with considerable money, and, since leaving W—— where he had written of his arrival, not a word had been heard from him."
"I am glad that he has friends, then, for he will be cared for in his misfortune."
"Yes, Doctor Dick, and the agent hinted that some one was coming out to look him up."
"I rejoice at this, for he needs care," the doctor rejoined, and he added: