Her arm dropped loosely.

"Good God! It is broken!" he cried.

"Oh, why did you do this?
Why did you?
You poor girl, you poor girl! And it was all my fault--my fault!" Then suddenly, "Sally!--Eleazar!" he cried.
They came running now from all sides.

Between them they carried Josephine back to her room and placed her once more upon her couch.
"Saddle up, Eleazar," commanded Dunwody.

"Get a doctor--Jamieson--from St.Genevieve as fast as you can.