Her path led within a few feet of the door; she could see the imprint of the doctor’s footsteps leading on in front of her. He had passed the door without stopping, and she was passing it when--how small a thing can change a human life--the mere floating of an insect past her face, and the involuntary turning of her eyes to follow its flight, caused her to look directly into the open door of the cabin. Now, Miss Norine was not timid by any means; her semi-solitary life had taught her self-reliance. But there _were_ tramps around at times, and when she saw the figure of a man stretched on the floor, face downward, she started from the door in great haste, her heart palpitating with fright. But the figure lay so still she could not help glancing at it again. There was a dark pool beside the man’s face. What was it? Blood? She was very pale now, but not at all frightened. Some one, whoever he was, was evidently hurt, and she drew closer, half in fear that he might be dead. She spoke to him in rather a quavering voice, but still bravely. There was no answer. She drew nearer still, and called to him again, but there was no movement in the body to show that her voice had been heard. Frightened now, but not for herself, she bent down and touched him. He was still alive, but seemed utterly insensible. She unbuckled the strap that held the crushed and battered knapsack to his back, and tried as well as she could to move him into an easier position, uttering little cries of pity and excitement all the time she was doing it. Then, with a glance at the dark, handsome face to see if he still lived, she started and ran as she had never run before through the woods. It was no great distance to the shanty occupied by the ailing Higginses, but the distance seemed interminable to the flying girl. Panting and breathless, she burst into the little cabin, and sank into a chair. “Norine! Norine! what is the matter?” cried Doctor Conway, astonished and frightened. “A man!” gasped Norine--“in the old cabin! He is dying--come quick!” And she grasped the doctor’s arm and pulled him toward the door. “Wait--sit down,” commanded Doctor Conway, calmly. “Now tell me what it is.” Commanding herself as well as she could, Norine gasped out the story of her discovery, and in the doctor’s company, and followed by all the Higginses that did not happen to be sick that day, she returned to the shanty in the woods. The doctor knelt down by the side of the prostrate man, and carefully examined him, and Norine could see by the grave expression of his face that there was more chance for death than life in this new patient. “How can you move him, doctor?” she inquired, anxiously. “It is where I can move him to that troubles me most,” replied the doctor, as he forced a few drops of some liquid between the set teeth. “Will he live, do you think?”