injured man through the doors and upon
the spare room bed.

"And now, Sam Sailor," cried Mandy, coming close to him, "you jist hitch
up Deck and hustle for the doctor if ever you did in your life. Don't
wait for nothin', but go! Go!" She fairly pushed him out of the door,
running with him towards the stable. "Oh, Sam, hurry!" she pleaded, "for
if this man should die I will never be the like again." Her face
was white, her eyes glowing like great stars; her voice was soft and
tremulous with tears.

Sam stood for a moment gazing as if upon a vision.

"What are you lookin' at?" she cried, stamping her foot and pushing him
away.

"Jumpin' Jeremiah!" muttered Sam, as he ran towards the stable. "Is that
Mandy Haley? Guess we don't know much about her."

His nimble fingers soon had Dexter hitched to the buggy and speeding
down the lane at a pace sufficiently rapid to suit the high spirit of
even that fiery young colt.

At the high road he came upon his friends, some of whom were working
with Perkins, others conversing in awed and hurried undertones.

"Hello, Sam!" they called. "Hold up!"

"I'm in a hurry, boys, don't stop me. I'm scared to death. And you
better git home. She'll be down on you again."

"How is he?" cried a voice.

"Don't know. I'm goin' for the doctor, and the sooner we git that doctor
the better for everybody around." And Sam disappeared in a whirl of
dust.

"Say! Who would a thought it?" he mused. "That Mandy Haley? She's a
terror. And them eyes! Oh, git on, Deck, what you monkeyin' about?
Wonder if she's gone on that young feller? I guess she is all right!
Say, wasn't that a clout he handed Perkins. And didn't she give me one.
But them eyes! Mandy Haley! By the jumpin' Jeremiah! And the way she
looks at a feller! Here, Deck, what you foolin' about? Gwan now, or
you'll git into trouble."

Deck, who had been indulging himself in a series of leaps and plunges,
shying at even the most familiar objects by the road side, settled down
at length to a businesslike trot which brought him to the doctor's door
in about fifteen minutes from the Haleys' gate. But to Sam's dismay the
doctor had gone to Cramm's Mill, six or seven miles away, and would
not be back till the morning. Sam was in a quandary. There was another
doctor at Brookfield, five miles further on, but there was a possibility
that he also might be out.

"Say, there ain't no use goin' back without a doctor.
She'd--she'd--Jumpin' Jeremiah!