The local surgeon came, a feeble old man, in spectacles, and sounded and examined the prostrate form, while Daniel Mayfield and Harold Jerningham stood by in agony. The latter hurried from the room, sent for his servant, bade him mount one of the carriage-horses, and gallop to the station, thence by first train to Aberdeen, where he was to find and bring back the best surgeon in the place. “You’ll say he is wanted for Mr. Jerningham, of Pendarvoch,” he told the man, who made haste to obey his orders. The local surgeon had by this time discovered that there was a broken arm, and was eager to set it. But this Mr. Jerningham interfered to prevent. “I have sent to Aberdeen for another surgeon,” he said; “and I would rather you should wait until you have his coöperation. Don’t you think it would be as well to apply a cooling lotion, in the meanwhile, to reduce that swelling? It would be quite impossible to set the bone while the arm and shoulder are in that swollen state.” To this the local surgeon assented, with an air of profound wisdom, and in the broadest Scotch; after which he departed to prepare the lotion, leaving Harold Jerningham and Daniel Mayfield face to face beside the bed. “How was he found?” asked Daniel. Whereon Mr. Jerningham told the story of Helen’s walk and St. Kentigern’s Cave. “God bless her!” exclaimed Daniel; “and you too, for your interest in this poor boy’s fate. He once told me you disliked him. He must have wronged you.” “I do not know that. I have been a creature of whims and prejudices, and may have been prejudiced even against him.” “I thank you so much the more for your goodness in this crisis,” answered Daniel, with deep feeling. “And now we need burden you with our troubles no longer. He lives! That one great fact is almost enough for me. I will fight Death hand to hand beside his bed. He is the only thing I love in this world, and I will do battle for my treasure.” He glanced towards the door as much as to say, “Let me be alone with my nephew.” Mr. Jerningham understood the look, and answered it. “You must not banish me from this room,” he said; “I claim the right to share your watch.” “On what ground?” “By the right of a father.” “A father’s right!” cried Daniel, with a bitter laugh; “that boy has no father. He does not know so much as his father’s name. He came to this place to discover it, if he could.” “And he has found a father--a father who will be proud to acknowledge him.”