Much of it he felt was true; but how far had he been a dupe in his quixotic defense of a quarrelsome blusterer and cowardly bully?
Yet there was the unmistakable shot and cold-blooded attempt at Cato's assassination! And there were the bloodhounds sent to track the unfortunate man! That was no dream--but a brutal inexcusable fact! The medical practitioner of Redlands he remembered was conservative, old-fashioned, and diplomatic.

But his sympathies had been broadened by some army experiences, and Courtland trusted to some soldierly and frank exposition of the matter from him.

Nevertheless, Dr.Maynard was first healer, and, like Sophy, professionally cautious.

The colonel had better not talk about it now.

It was already two days old; the colonel had been nearly forty-eight hours in bed.