'Be sure you are right, and then go ahead,' is my law." "Well I'll be confounded!" said the doctor.
In a large hall, peopled with thousands of medical men, the name of the Harvester was called the following day and his subject was announced.

He arose in his place and began to talk.
"Take the platform," came in a roar from a hundred throats.
The Harvester hesitated.
"You must, David," whispered Carey.
The Harvester made his way forward and was guided through a side door, and a second later calmly walked down the big stage to the front, and stood at ease looking over his audience, as if to gauge its size and the pitch to which he should raise his voice.

His lean frame loomed every inch of his six feet, his broad shoulders were square, his clean shaven face alert and afire.

He wore a spring suit of light gray of good quality and cut, and he was perfect as to details.
"This scarcely seems compatible with my subject," he remarked casually.
"I certainly appear very much in the foreground just at present, but perhaps that is quite as well.

It may be time that I assert myself.