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quite wild with impatience over it."

Cameron looked at the Inspector.

"I had thought of keeping Cameron at Macleod," said the latter. "But now
I can hardly have the heart to do so."

"Oh, you needn't look at me so," said the little nurse with a saucy toss
of her head. "He wouldn't bother himself about me, but--but--there is
another. No, I won't tell him." And she laughed gaily.

Cameron stood mystified.

"Another? There is old Martin of course, but there is no other."

The little nurse laughed, this time scornfully.

"Old Martin indeed! He is making a shameless pretence of ignorance,
Inspector Dickson."

"Disgraceful bluff I call it," cried the Inspector.

"Who can it be?" said Cameron. "I really don't know any nurse. Of course
it can't be--Mandy--Miss Haley?" He laughed a loud laugh almost of
derision as he made the suggestion.

"Ah, he's got it!" cried the nurse, clapping her hands. "As if he ever
doubted."

"Good Heavens!" exclaimed Cameron. "You don't mean to tell me that
Mandy--What is poor Mandy doing here? Cooking?"

"Cooking indeed!" exclaimed the nurse. "Cooking indeed! Just let the men
in this camp, from John here," indicating the Chinaman at the rear
of the tent, "to the Sergeant yonder, hear you by the faintest tone
indicate anything but adoration for Nurse Haley, and you will need the
whole Police Force to deliver you from their fury."

"Good Heavens!" said Cameron in an undertone. "A nurse! With those
hands!" He shuddered. "I mean, of course--you know--she's awfully
good-hearted and all that, but as a nurse you know she is impossible."

The little nurse laughed long and joyously.

"Oh, this is fun! I wish Dr. Martin could hear you. You forget, Sir,
that for a year and a half she has had the benefit of my example and
tuition."

"Think of that, Cameron!" murmured the Inspector reproachfully. But
Cameron only shook his head.

"Good-bye!" he said. "No, I don't think I pine for mountain scenery.
Remember me to Martin and to Man--to Nurse Haley."

"Good-bye!" said the little nurse. "I have a good mind to tell them what
you said. I may. Just wait, though. Some day you will very humbly beg my
pardon for that slight upon my assistant."

"Slight? Believe me, I mean none. I would be an awful cad if I did.
But--well, you know as well as I do that, good soul as Mandy is, she is
in many ways impossible."

"Do I?" Again the joyous laugh pealed out. "Well, well, come back and
see." And wavin