"His trouble lies in his nerves and the state of his mind." A slight gleam lighted the eyes of the doctor.
"Ah," he murmured.

"The mind ?" "Yes." He rubbed his bloodless hands slowly together, and when he spoke his voice was sharp and quick and wholly impersonal.

"Tell me the symptoms!" "Can't we talk those over on the way to the ranch?
Even if we start now it will be dark before we arrive." "But," protested the doctor, "I have not yet decided--this precipitancy--" "Oh," she said, and flushed.

He perceived that she was on the verge of turning away, but something withheld her.

"There is no other physician within reach; my father is very ill.