To keep it from growing monotonous the Harvester branched out and put in everything he knew.
In the days that followed he held a position none could take from him.
While the doctors fought the fever, he worked for rest and quiet, and soothed the tortured body as best he could, that the medicines might act.
But the fever was stubborn, and the remedies were slow; and long before the dreaded coming day the doctors and nurse were quietly saying to each other that when the crisis came the heart would fail.

There was no vitality to sustain life.

But they did not dare tell the Harvester.
Day and night he sat beside the maple bed or stretched sleeping a few minutes on the couch while the Girl slept; and with faith never faltering and courage unequalled, he warned them to have their remedies and appliances ready.
"I don't say it's going to be easy," he said.

"I just merely state that it must be done.

And I'll also mention that, when the hour comes, the man who discovers that he could do something if he had digitalis, or a remedy he should have had ready and has forgotten, that man had better keep out of my sight.