“When will he come back?” demanded Cameron.
“Donno. See missy woman.”
So saying, he disappeared into the tent while Cameron waited.
“You wish to see the doctor? He has gone west. Oh! Why, it—”
Cameron was off his horse, standing with his hat in one hand, the other outstretched toward the speaker.
“Why! it cannot be!—it is—my patient.” The little nurse had his hand in both of hers. “Oh, you great big monster soldier! Do you know how fine you look?”
“No,” replied Cameron, “but I do know how perfectly fine you look.”
“Well, don't devour me. You look dangerous.”
“I should truly love one little bite.”
“Oh, Mr. Cameron, stop! You terrible man! Right in the open street!” The little nurse's cheeks flamed red as she quickly glanced about her. “What would Dr. Martin say?”