"Take him to the second room beyond--Steve's room--it's ready," she explained to two dusky shadows in the hall behind the doctor.
"And look here," said the doctor, partly closing the door behind him and regarding her with critical eyes, "you always said you'd like to see some of my queer cases.

Well, this is one--a serious one, too; in fact, it's just touch and go with him.

There's a piece of the bone pressing on the brain no bigger than that, but as much as if all Burnt Ridge was atop of him! I'm going to lift it.

I want somebody here to stand by, some one who can lend a hand with a sponge, eh ?--some one who isn't going to faint or scream, or even shake a hair's-breadth, eh ?" The color rose quickly to the girl's cheek, and her eyes kindled.

"I'll come," she said thoughtfully.