In the hall the blue-eyed nurse met him and cried gaily, "Good morning, Medicine Man!" "Ugh! I scalp pale-faces!" threatened the Harvester, but the girl was not afraid and stood before him laughing.

She might have gone her way quite as well.

She could not have differed more from the girl of the newly begun quest.

The man merely touched his wide-brimmed hat as he walked around her and entered the office of the chief surgeon.
A slender, gray-eyed man with white hair turned from his desk, smiled warmly, pushed a chair, and reached a welcoming hand.
"Ah good-morning, David," he cried.

"You bring the very breath of spring with you.