He broke off with a few words to introduce Doctor Harmon to the Careys and the nurse, and then calmly continued while the other men stood and watched him.
"Seems rather cut out for it," commented Doctor Harmon.
"I never yet have seen him attempt anything that he didn't appear cut out for," answered Doctor Carey.
"Will she know me ?" inquired the young man, approaching the bed.
When the Girl's eyes fell on him she grew rigid and lay staring at him.
Suddenly with a wild cry she struggled to rise.
"You have come!" she cried.

"Oh I knew you would come! I felt you would come! I cannot pay you now! Oh why didn't you come sooner ?" The young doctor leaned over and took one of the white hands from the Harvester, stroking it gently.
"Why you did pay, Ruth! How did you come to forget?
Don't you remember the draft you sent me?
I didn't come for money; I came to visit you, to nurse you, to do all I can to make you well.

I am going to take care of you now so finely you'll be out on the lake and among the flowers soon.
I've got some medicine that makes every one well.

It's going to make you strong, and there's something else that's going to make you happy; and me, I'm going to be the proudest man alive." He reached over and took possession of the other hand, stroking them softly, and the Girl lay tensely staring at him and gradually yielding to his touch and voice.

The Harvester arose, and passing around the bed, he placed a chair for Doctor Harmon and motioning for Doctor Carey left the room.