“Good-by, Mr. Smith,” called out Mandy impulsively. “You have really saved my life, I assure you. I was in utter despair.”
“Good-by, Mr. Smith,” cried Moira, waving her hand with a bright smile. “You have saved me too from dying many a time these three days.”
With an awkward wave Smith answered these farewells and rode down the trail.
“He is really a fine fellow,” said Mandy. “Always doing something for people.”
“That is just it,” cried Moira. “He has spent his whole time these three days doing things for me.”
“Ah, no wonder,” said the doctor. “A most useful chap. But what's the trouble here? Let's get at the business.”
Mandy gave him a detailed history of the case, the doctor meanwhile making an examination of the patient's general condition.
“And the doctor would have his foot off, but I would not stand for that,” cried Mandy indignantly as she closed her history.
“H'm! Looks bad enough to come off, I should say. I wish I had been here a couple of days ago. It may have to come off all right.”
“Oh, Dr. Martin!”