THE PAYMENT Doctor Jamieson did not at once return to his other duties.

He knew that in this case care and skill would for a time continue in demand.

Little sleep was accorded him during his first night.
Ammonia--whisky--what he had, he used to keep his patient alive; but morning came, and Dunwody still was living.

Morphine now seemed proper to the backwoods physician; after this had done its work, so that his patient slept, he left the room and wandered discontentedly about in the great house, too tired to wake, too strained to sleep.
"Old--old--it's an old, tumble-down ruin, that's what it is," he grumbled.

"Everything in sixes and sevens--a man like that--and an ending like this to it all." He had called several times before he could get any attendance from the shiftless blacks.