ive up to us at once, and trust
to our doing what is best."

"Yes, yes," said the poor fellow passionately; "but you do not
understand. Never mind my arm. I will keep still, and the fracture
will mend of itself."

"Will it?" said the doctor grimly.

"Yes, yes; but look here," whispered the sufferer; "we must talk; we
must decide upon some action."

"No," said the doctor, "not now. You do not understand our position."

"I can guess it," said the poor fellow wildly. "Think then of mine. I
am brought here for you to set my arm; in half an hour at the outside I
shall be taken back to my owner. We may not have another opportunity to
speak--we may never meet again."

"Now I insist," said the doctor firmly. "You will have plenty of time
to talk to us by and by."

"No, no; you do not understand, Morris."

"But the Hakim does," said the doctor grimly. "Now I order you to trust
to me and wait."

The poor fellow's head fell back, as he uttered a groan of despair, and
the next minute, with eyes half-closed, he lay perfectly still,
suffering acute pain, but making no sign, while the great surgeon's deft
fingers felt the injury, commenting upon it from time to time, so that
Landon could hear, and while splint and bandage were handed to him as
required, by the professor or Sam.

"A simple fracture of the ulna," said the doctor calmly; "no splinters,
and as far as I can make out, very little laceration of the muscle--easy
to set, and it ought to be rapid in the healing. There!" he said at
last, "the broken ends will begin to secrete fresh bone matter almost
directly, and with care your arm will be as strong as the other. Cup,
glass, and number four bottle, Frederick, my son."

The professor hurried away to the doctor's case, and the latter took
hold of his patient's hand to feel the pulse.

"A little feverish, Hal, old fellow," he said calmly. "Did I hurt you
very much?"

"Oh, no. But Rob, old lad!"

"Silence!" was the uncompromising command.--"Ah, that's right, Fred.
Bottle, glass, water! Now, Hal, drink that."

"No," said the patient angrily. "It is a narcotic. You want to send me
to sleep so that I shall not know what you are planning. Is it fair to
me after I have broken a limb so as to get myself brought here?"

"Perfectly fair. Listen; it is not a strong narcotic, only something to
soothe the pain you must be in.--There, that's better. Hal, my dear old
boy, you always did trust me; trust me