I'll send for a doctor--but he can't get here till nine o'clock unless you want to stand the expense of a special.

And by that time--" Saunders moved his head a trifle, and lifted his heavy lids to look at her, which so unnerved Miss Georgie that she turned and ran to the office.

When she had sent the message she sat drumming upon the table while she waited for an answer.
"G-r-a-n-" her fingers had spelled when she became conscious of the fact, flushed hotly, and folded her hands tightly together in her lap.
"The doctor will come--Hawkinson, I sent for," she announced later to Pete, holding out the telegram.

She glanced reluctantly at the wrinkled blanket where Saunders had lain, caught a corner of her under lip between her teeth, and, bareheaded though she was, went down the steps and along the trail to the stable.
"I've nearly an hour before I need open the office," she said to herself, looking at her watch.

She did not say what she meant to do with that hour, but she spent a quarter of it examining the stable and everything in it.