"That's my husband," the girl-wife said, and the old wan captive-look came into her face.
"That's all right," replied the Young Doctor.

"He'll find you better." At that moment the half-breed woman entered the room.

"He's here," she said, and came towards the bed.
"That old woman has sense," the Young Doctor murmured to himself.

"She knows her man." A minute later Joel Mazarine was in the room, and he saw the half-breed woman lift his wife's head, while the Young Doctor held a glass to her lips.
"What's all this ?" Mazarine said roughly.

"What ?" He stopped suddenly, for the Young Doctor faced him sharply.
"She must be left alone," he said firmly and quietly, his eyes fastening the old man's eyes; and there was that in them which would not be gainsaid.