“Well, I am surprised to learn that he is wounded,” replied Dr. Greydon, “but I heard that he undertook a perilous adventure to pass through the enemy’s lines into New York, on a business enterprise; but where did he get this fever? Are you sure that it is _vomito negro_? “I presume that he met with some hair-breadth escape when he undertook to get out of New York. How long has this paroxysm been running?” continued Dr. Greydon. “Ever since early this morning,” replied Dr. Biddle. “He was in his usual health yesterday, his servant told me.” Dr. Greydon quietly bent over the patient, and went through all the formalities of a medical examination. When he had finished he looked at Dr. Biddle and dubiously shook his head, as he said: “Doctor, your diagnosis is correct. He certainly has _vomito negro_, and the depressed condition of his system from the shock that the wound has caused, must make his case critical, very critical.” “Yes,” continued Dr. Biddle, “if we can reduce the fever, he will have to receive careful nursing and I have notified Milling & FitzMaurice that they shall have to send this gentleman a nurse, but none has come yet; and it is four hours ago that I saw them.” “Well, well, this matter must be attended to at once,” contended Dr. Greydon, “and if you can remain a while, I will go and try to procure the necessary person and bring him here at once.” “That is good, Doctor,” replied Dr. Biddle. “I can continue the bathing, and I can relieve the congestion by bleeding.” Just as Dr. Greydon reached the street, and was about to enter his carriage, he heard a voice calling: “Doctor! Oh Doctor!” The Doctor turned and there was Segwuna. “What is it, Segwuna?” asked Dr. Greydon. “I have come to help nurse Mr. Barclugh.” “Are you not afraid, my child?” “Segwuna is not afraid to do her duty, Doctor.” “You are right, Segwuna,” replied Dr. Greydon. “Then we will go in.” Leading the way to the Barclugh apartments, Dr. Greydon conducted Segwuna to the sick-room on the second floor, and as they entered, the other medical man remarked: “Well, our wishes were quickly answered.” “Let me introduce Segwuna, the granddaughter of Altamaha; she resides on our estate and she has volunteered to help rescue the afflicted--I know that no one could do it better,” were the words of Dr. Greydon, as he took off his coat and began to get ready for the care of Mr. Barclugh. Segwuna immediately straightened out the room. She went with Dr. Greydon through the house, and they found a large fireplace in the kitchen of the residence where Barclugh had his business offices and sleeping apartments.