“The hospital?” cried Mandy fiercely. “Will you, then?”
“He will be a lot of trouble to you,” said the doctor.
“Trouble? Trouble? What are you talkin' about?”
“We're awful busy, Mandy,” interposed the mother, who had been roused from her bed.
“Oh, shucks, mother! Oh, don't send him away,” she pleaded. “I can nurse him, just as easy.” She paused, with quivering lips.
“It will be much better for the patient to be in the hospital. He will get constant and systematic care. He will be under my own observation every hour. I assure you it will be better for him,” said the doctor.
“Better for him?” echoed Mandy in a faint voice. “Well, let him go.”
In less than an hour's time, such was Dr. Martin's energetic promptness, he had his patient comfortably placed in the democrat on an improvised stretcher and on his way to the city hospital.
And thus it came about that the problem of his leave-taking, which had vexed Cameron for so many days, was solved.