his shape,
with MUSCULAR treatment?"

"You keep still and rub, for God's sake," he cried, frantically. "Can't
you see that I am ruined if he dies on this table?"

"No, I can't," said Kate. "Everybody would know that he was
practically dying when he came here. Nobody will blame you, only, you
never should have touched him! George, I AM going after Dr. James."

"Well, go then," he said wildly.

Kate started. Mrs. Holt blocked the doorway.

"You just stop, Missy!" she cried. "You're away too smart, trying to
get folks in here, and ruin my George's chances. You just stay where
you are till I think what to do, to put the best face on this!"

"He may not be really gone! The doctor might save him!" cried Kate.

Mrs. Holt looked long at the man.

"He's deader 'an a doornail," she said. "You stay where you are!"

Kate picked her up by the shoulders, set her to one side, ran from the
room and down the street as fast as possible. She found the doctor in
his office with two patients. She had no time to think or temporize.

"Get your case and come to our house quick, doctor," she cried. "An old
man they call Peter Mines came to see George, and his heart has failed.
Please hurry!"

"Heart, eh?" said the doctor. "Well, wait a minute. No use to go
about a bad heart without digitalis."

He got up and put on his hat, told the men he would be back soon, and
went to the nearest drug store. Kate followed. The men who had been
in the office came also.

"Doctor, hurry!" she panted. "I'm so frightened."

"You go to some of the neighbours, and stay away from there," he said.

"Hurry!" begged Kate. "Oh, do hurry!"

She was beside him as they sped down the street, and at his shoulder as
they entered the room. With one glance she lurched against the casing
and then she plunged down the hall, entered her room, closed the door
behind her, and threw herself on the bed. She had only a glance, but in
that glance she had seen Peter Mines sitting fully clothed, his hat on
his head, his stick in his hands, in her easy chair; the operating
table folded and standing against the wall; Mrs. Holt holding the
camphor bottle to Peter's nose, while George had one hand over Peter's
heart, the other steadying his head.

The doctor swung the table in place, and with George's help laid Peter
on it, then began tearing open his clothes. As they worked the two men
followed into the house to see if they could do anything and excited