a
cane and a telescope. As he hurried through the living room, he tossed
his helmet into a chair. There was a bald spot on his head fringed with
reddish hair turning gray. His features were distinguished and because
of a certain dignity with which he carried himself, a certain air of
command and confidence, people were apt to wonder who he was.

"It was upstairs, I am certain," the visitor remarked to himself,
glancing into the empty kitchen and then mounting the rustic steps to
the upper sleeping porch. With quick, comprehensive eyes he took in the
five white cots standing in a row, on the porch the group of wicker
chairs, the murderous looking knife, swaying on the tip of its shining
blade, and lastly the high-backed canvas sleeping hammock from which
trailed the train of a white muslin dress.

"Whew!" he exclaimed, under his breath.

For a moment it looked as if something unspeakably dreadful had happened
that beautiful morning, and his fears were not set at rest even when he
bounded past the knife and stood leaning over Miss Campbell's half
conscious form.

"Water," she gasped faintly.

"I wonder if there's a bathroom," he thought, running along the porch to
the nearest door after the one leading to the passage. "Of course they
always have them in these so-called camps," he added, catching the flash
of a porcelain tub beyond. In another moment he had wet Miss Campbell's
lips from a glass of water and was dabbing her temples with the end of
a wet towel. "Better now?" he asked, as she opened her heavenly blue
eyes.

She nodded with a faint smile and closed them again.

"Curious how a doctor is always finding work to do even in the
wilderness," he thought, feeling Miss Helen's pulse. With an
exclamation, he hurried back to the bathroom, and among a perfect army
of tooth powder and talcum powder boxes,--"enough for half a dozen
people," he thought,--he spied a bottle of aromatic spirits of ammonia.
He mixed a dose in the glass with professional dexterity and hurried
back.

"Just as well I happened along," he thought, moistening her lips with
the mixture. "That does the trick," he added, as she presently opened
her eyes again and swallowed a little of the ammonia and water.

The white, pinched look left her face, the color crept back to her
cheeks, and she gave a sigh of relief as she shifted her position in
the hammock.

"My pillows?" she asked, feeling for the pillows which he had slipped
from under her h