"Tell him I'll be up there in a few minutes.

What's the matter with it, anyhow ?" "Been gone a couple of days," said Flaherty, breaking off twigs and casting them on the current.

"Blood poison, I reckon." "What's that ?" The Doctor turned under the spur of his professional conscience.

"Oh, well, dang it! Here goes!" He began to lift up and reel in with all his might, so that his fish, very much obliged, broke the gear and ran off with joy, a yard of leader attached to his mouth.
"That's the way it goes," said the Doctor.

"Get fast to a six-pound brown trout, and along comes a man with a leg that's got to be cut off.
Dang such a job anyhow--I will cut his leg off, too, just for this!" Fuming as usual, he climbed the steep bank below the white face of the dam and crossed the street to his own raw shack, which was office and home alike.