aid of not getting the right things.

"I don't know much about what is needed here," he said, "but I am
perfectly safe in buying anything a girl ever used."

Then he returned to the city, explained the situation to the doctor, and
selected the room he wanted in case the Girl could be persuaded to come
to the hospital. After that he went to see the doctor's wife, and
made arrangements for her to be ready for a guest, because there was a
possibility he might want to call for help. He had another jug of fruit
juice and all the delicacies he could think of, also a big cake of ice,
when he reached the woods. There were only a few words for him.

"I will come to-morrow at two, if at all possible; if not, keep the
money until I can."

There was nothing to do except to place his offering under the oilcloth
and wait, but he simply was compelled to add a line to say he would be
there, and to express the hope that she was comfortable as possible and
thinking of the sunshine room. Then he returned to Medicine Woods to
wait, and found that possible only by working to exhaustion. There were
many things he could do, and one after another he finished them, until
completely worn out; and then he slept the deep sleep of weariness.

At noon the next day he bathed, shaved, and dressed in fresh, clean
clothing. He stopped in Onabasha for more fruit, and drove to the
Jameson woods. He was waiting and watching the usual path the Girl
followed, when her step sounded on the other side. The Harvester arose
and turned. Her pallor was alarming. She stepped on the rug he had
spread, and sank almost breathless to the chair.

"Why do you come a new way that fills you with fear?" asked the
Harvester.

"It seems as if Uncle Henry is watching me every minute, and I didn't
dare come where he could see. I must not remain a second. You must take
these things away and go at once. He is dreadful."

"So am I," said the Harvester, "when affairs go too everlastingly wrong.
I am not afraid of any man living. What are you planning to do?"

"I want to ask you, are you sure about the prices of my drawing and the
ginseng?"

"Absolutely," said the Harvester. "As for the ginseng it went in fresh
and early, best wild roots, and it brought eight a pound. There were
eight pounds when I made up weight and here is your money."

He handed her a long envelope addressed to her.

"What is the amount?" she asked.

"Sixty-four dollars."

"I can't believe it."