you."

"From me? I never sent a telegram."

"I beg your pardon, Mrs. Cameron. I understood you to desire Dr.
Martin's presence, and--I ventured to send a wire in your name. I hope
you will forgive the liberty," said Smith, red to his hair-roots and
looking over his horse's neck with a most apologetic air.

"Forgive the liberty?" cried Mandy. "Why, bless you, Mr. Smith, you are
my guardian angel," running to him and shaking him warmly by the hand.

"And he brought, us here, too," cried Moira. "He has been awfully good
to me these days. I do not know what I should have done without him."

Meantime Smith was standing first on one foot and then on the other in a
most unhappy state of mind.

"Guess I will be going back," he said in an agony of awkwardness and
confusion. "It is getting kind of late."

"What? Going right away?" exclaimed Mandy.

"I've got some chores to look after, and I guess none of you are coming
back now anyway."

"Well, hold on a bit," said the doctor. "We'll see what's doing inside.
Let's get the lie of things."

"Guess you don't need me any more," continued Smith. "Good-by." And he
climbed on to his horse. "I have got to get back. So long."

No one appeared to have any good reason why Smith should remain, and so
he rode away.

"Good-by, Mr. Smith," called out Mandy impulsively. "You have really
saved my life, I assure you. I was in utter despair."

"Good-by, Mr. Smith," cried Moira, waving her hand with a bright smile.
"You have saved me too from dying many a time these three days."

With an awkward wave Smith answered these farewells and rode down the
trail.

"He is really a fine fellow," said Mandy. "Always doing something for
people."

"That is just it," cried Moira. "He has spent his whole time these three
days doing things for me."

"Ah, no wonder," said the doctor. "A most useful chap. But what's the
trouble here? Let's get at the business."

Mandy gave him a detailed history of the case, the doctor meanwhile
making an examination of the patient's general condition.

"And the doctor would have his foot off, but I would not stand for
that," cried Mandy indignantly as she closed her history.

"H'm! Looks bad enough to come off, I should say. I wish I had been here
a couple of days ago. It may have to come off all right."

"Oh, Dr. Martin!"

"But not just to-night."

"Oh, I knew it."

"Not to-night," I said. "I don't know what the outcome may be, but it
looks as bad as