In two strides he was back at the dripping table, where lay one marble figure, stood a second figure also of marble.
"We were just trailing along, not paying much attention to anything, when all at once that _dog_.

.

." Doctor Jamieson's story of his famous coon dog was never entirely completed.

His voice droned away and ceased now, as he bent once more over his work.
What he did, so far as he in his taciturn way ever would admit, was in some way to poke the catgut violin string under the bone, with the end of the probe, and so to pass a ligature around the broken bone itself.

After that, it was easier to fasten the splinter back in place where it belonged.
Doctor Jamieson used all his violin string.