As he worked he washed away the woody scars of last year's growth, and the tiny buds appearing for the coming season.
Belshazzar sat on the opposite bank and watched the operation; and Ajax came down and, flying to a dead stump, erected and slowly waved his train to attract the sober-faced man who paid no heed.

He left the roots to drain while he prepared supper, then placed them on the trays, now filled to overflowing, and was glad he had finished.

He could not cure anything else at present if he wanted to.

He was as far advanced as he had been at the same time the previous year.

Then he dressed neatly and locking the Girl's room, and leaving Belshazzar to protect it, he went to Onabasha.
"Bravo!" cried Doctor Carey as the Harvester entered his office.