“No, no, we must go.” She turned into the house, followed by her husband, and began to rummage in her bag. “Lucky thing I got these supplies in town,” she said, hastily putting together her nurse's equipment and some simple remedies. “I wonder if that boy has fever. Bring that Indian in.”
“Have you had the doctor?” she inquired, when he appeared.
“Huh! Doctor want cut off leg—dis,” his action was sufficiently suggestive. “Boy say no.”
“Has the boy any fever? Does he talk-talk-talk?” The Indian nodded his head vigorously.
“Talk much—all day—all night.”
“He is evidently in a high fever,” said Mandy to her husband. “We must try to check that. Now, my dear, you hurry and get the horses.”
“But what shall we do with Moira?” said Cameron suddenly.
“Why,” cried Moira, “let me go with you. I should love to go.”
But this did not meet with Cameron's approval.
“I can stay here,” suggested Smith hesitatingly, “or Miss Cameron can go over with me to the Thatchers'.”