"Humph!" grunted the other, "I've noticed that there's a lot of unnecessary things that have to be done. Hustle along, you two. I'm going back after the mate to that last one of yours." On the way back to the hotel Dan told the nurse that the check would mean much to the Doctor if it were used at this particular time. "But," he added thoughtfully, again, "I don't think it will be used." They stopped long enough at the hotel for a hurried lunch, then--with a half-broken team and a stout buggy--started, in the gathering dusk for Corinth. As the light went out of the sky and the mysterious stillness of the night came upon them, they, too, grew quiet, as if no words were needed. They seemed to be passing into another world--a strange dream-world where they were alone. The things of everyday, the common-place incidents and happenings of their lives, seemed to drift far away. They talked but little. There was so little to say. Once Dan leaned over to tuck the lap robe carefully about his companion, for the early spring air was chill when the sun went down. So they rode until they saw the lights of the town; then it all came back to them with a rush. The woman drew a long breath. "Tired?" asked Dan, and there was that in his voice that brought the tears to the gray eyes--tears that he could not see, because of the dark. "Not a bit," she answered cheerfully, in spite of the hidden tears. "Will you see Judge Strong tonight?" She had not asked him what he was going to do. "Yes," he said, and when they reached the big brown house he drew the horses to a walk. "I think, if you are not too tired, I had better stop now. I will not be long." There was now something in his voice that made her heart jump with sudden fear, such as she had felt at times when Dr. Miles, at the hospital, had told her to prepare to assist him in an operation. But in her voice no fear showed itself. He hitched the team, and--leaving her waiting in the buggy--went up to the house. She heard him knock. The door opened, sending out a flood of light. He entered. The door closed. She waited in the dark. CHAPTER XXIX. A MATTER OF BUSINESS "'You say, sir, that some things are inevitable. You are right.'" At the church prayer meeting, that evening, Judge Strong prayed with a fervor unusual even for him, and in church circles the Elder was rated mighty in prayer. In fact the Judge's religious capital was mostly invested in good, safe, public petitions to the Almighty--such investments being rightly considered by the Judge as "gilt-edged," for--whatever the returns--it was all profit.