They dressed Grenfell in the warm clothes fishermen wear, and hauled him back to the St. Anthony hospital. That ride was no fun at all. The jolting racked his weary bones and his feet were so frozen that he could not walk. There, two days later, they brought to him the boy on whom he was to have operated at his own home. The operation was a complete success. The other dogs lived long and pulled the Doctor many leagues on errands of mercy: but he mourned the loss of the three who perished that he might survive. I have seen on the glass-enclosed veranda of the Doctor's home at St. Anthony the brass tablet with its inscription: _TO THE MEMORY OF Three Noble Dogs MOODY WATCH SPY Whose Lives Were Given For Mine on the Ice April 21st, 1908 Wilfred Grenfell St. Anthony_ The men who came to the rescue wanted no reward. To have the Doctor back in their midst again was all they desired. But the Doctor insisted on giving them tokens of his gratitude. As George Andrews said: "'E sent us watches, an' spy-glasses, an' pictures o' himself made large an' in a frame. George Read an' me 'ad th' watches an' th' others 'ad th' spy-glasses. 'Eere's th' watch. It 'as 'In memory o' April 21st' on it, but us don't need th' things to make we remember it, though we're wonderful glad t' 'ave 'em from th' Doctor." XI THE KIDNAPPERS One day, as Grenfell was about to leave northern Labrador in his little steamer the _Strathcona_, a man came aboard with trouble in his eyes. It was the good-hearted Hudson's Bay agent. "Doctor," he pleaded, "old Tommy Mitchell's been comin' in every Saturday for two months, tryin' to get somethin' for his family. I've been givin' him twenty pounds of flour a week for himself and wife and six children. That's every shred they've got to live on. He hasn't a salmon or a codfish to give me, and he was in debt when I came here. What'll we do?" The _Strathcona_ had steam up and was whistling to the Doctor to come aboard. On the Labrador coast you must leave promptly or the sea may punish you for the delay. "See if you can't stop at the island off Napaktok Point, Doctor. They're livin' out there with nothin' but their own hats to cover 'em--if they've got any." "I will," the Doctor promised, and was off. When they came near the island, the dory was lowered, and Grenfell and his mate rowed toward the rocks. "Can you see anything that looks like a house, Bill? You have better eyes than mine." "No, Doctor. I been a-lookin'. I sees--nothing." "I didn't expect you to do as well as that," said the Doctor. "But keep on looking. And call out when you see anything." They rowed almost round the island, against a stiff head wind.