Drake Vernon set his lips tight, then shrugged his shoulders, and in

silence watched the doctor's preparations for setting the arm.

It is a painful operation, but during its accomplishment the patient

gave no sign, either facial or vocal, of the agony endured. The doctor

softly patted the splintered arm and looked at him keenly.

"Been in the service, Mr. Vernon?" he said.

Vernon glanced at him sharply.

"How did you know that?" he demanded reluctantly.

"By the way you held your arm," replied the doctor. "Was in the service

myself, when a young army doctor. Oh, don't be afraid; I am not going to

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ask questions; and--and, like my tribe, I am as discreet as an owl. Now,

I'll just give you a sleeping draft, and will look in in the evening, to

see if it has taken effect; and to-morrow, if you haven't brain fever,

you will be on the road to recovery. I'm candid, because I want you to

understand that if you worry yourself----"

"Make the draft a strong one; I'm accustomed to narcotics," interrupted

Vernon quietly.

"Opium, or chloral, or what?"

"Chloral," was the reply.

"Right. Comfortable?"

"Oh, yes. Wait a moment. I was hunting with the Devon and Somerset

to-day. I know scarcely any one--not one of the people, I may say;

but--well, I don't want a fuss. Perhaps you won't mind keeping my

accident, and my presence here to yourself?"

"Certainly," said the doctor. "There is no friend--relative--you would

like sent for?"

"Good Lord, no!" responded Mr. Vernon. "I shall have to get away in a

day or two."

"Will you?" grunted the old doctor to himself, as he went down the

stairs.

The day passed slowly. The little house was filled with an air of

suppressed excitement, which was kept going by Mrs. Lorton, who,

whenever Nell or Molly moved, appeared from unexpected places, attired

in a tea gown, and hissed a rebuking and warning "Hush!" which

penetrated to the remotest corner of the house, and would certainly have

disturbed the patient but for the double dose of sulphonal which the

doctor; had administered.

About the time she expected Dick to return, Nell went down the road to

meet him, fearing that he might enter singing or whistling; and when she

saw him lounging up the hill, with a string of fish in his hand, she ran

to him, and, catching his arm, began to tell her story in a whisper, as

if the injured Mr. Vernon were within hearing.




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