Joe didn't consider himself the most urgent of the injured, when doctors and nurses took up the work of patching, but Sally was there to help, and she went deathly pale when she saw his bloodstained throat. She dragged him quickly to a doctor. And the doctor looked at Joe and dropped everything else. But it wasn't too serious. The antiseptics hurt, and the stitching was unpleasant, but Joe was more worried by the knowledge that Sally was standing there and suffering for him. When he got up from the emergency operating table, the doctor nodded grimly to him. "That was close!" said the doctor. "Whoever chewed you was working for your jugular vein, and he was halfway through the wall when he stopped. A fraction of an inch more, and he'd have had you!" "Thanks," said Joe. His neck felt clumsy with bandages, and when he tried to turn his head the stitches hurt. Sally's hand trembled in his when she led him away. "I didn't think I'd ever dislike anybody so much," said Joe angrily, "as I did that man while he was chewing my throat. We were trying to kill each other, of course, but--confound it, people don't bite!" "Did you--kill him?" asked Sally in a shaky voice. "Not that I'll mind! I would have hated the thought ordinarily, but----" Joe halted. There was a row of stretchers--not too long, at that--in the emergency-hospital space. He looked down at the unconscious man who'd fought him. "There he is!" he said irritably. "I banged him pretty hard. I don't like to hate anybody, but the way he fought----" Sally's teeth chattered suddenly. She called to one of the security men standing guard by the stretchers. "I--think my--father is going to want to talk to him," she said unsteadily. "Don't--let him be taken away to the hospital until Dad knows, please." She started away, her face dead-white and her hand stone-cold. "What's the matter?" demanded Joe. "S-sabotage," said Sally in an indescribable tone that had a suggestion of heartbreak. She went into her father's office alone. She came out again with him, and her father looked completely stricken. Miss Ross, his secretary, was with him, too. Her face was like a mask of marble. She had always been a plain woman, a gloomy one, a morbid one. But at the new and horrible look on her face Joe turned his eyes away. Then Sally was crying beside him, and he put his arm clumsily around her and let her sob on his shoulder, completely puzzled.