“Yes. I'll be back in a few minutes.” Nance hurried into the kitchen humming an old song in a faltering voice that sent the cold chills down the girl's spine. Mary slipped quietly through the door and ran with swift, sure foot down the narrow road along which the machine had picked its way the afternoon before. The cabin they had passed last could not be more than a mile. She made no effort to find the logs for pedestrians when the road crossed the brook. She plunged straight through the babbling waters with her shoes, regardless of skirts. Panting for breath, she saw the smoke curling from the cabin chimney a quarter of a mile away. “Thank God!” she cried. “They're awake!” She was so glad to have reached her goal, her strength suddenly gave way and she dropped to a boulder by the wayside to rest. In two minutes she was up and running with all her might. She rushed to the door and knocked. A mountaineer in shirt-sleeves and stockings answered with a look of mild wonder. “For God's sake come and help me. I must have a doctor quick. We spent the night at Mrs. Owens'. She's lost her mind completely--a terrible thing has happened--you'll help me?” “Cose I will, honey,” the mountaineer drawled. “Jest ez quick ez I get on my shoes.” “Is there a doctor near?” she asked breathlessly. He answered without looking up: “The best one that God ever sent to a sick bed. He don't charge nobody a cent in these parts. He just heals the sick because hit's his callin'. Come from somewhar up North and built hisself a fine log house up on the side of the mountains. Hit's full of all the medicines in the world, too----” “Will you ask him to come for me?” Mary broke in. “I'll jump on my hoss an' have him thar in half a' hour. You can run right back, honey, and look out for the po' ole critter till we get thar.” “Thank you! Thank you!” she answered grate fully. “Not at all, not at all!” he protested as he swung through the door and hurried to the low-pitched sheds in which his horse and cow were stabled. “Be thar in no time!” When Mary returned, Nance was still busy in the kitchen. She had built a fire and put the turkey in the oven. Mary was counting the minutes now until the doctor should come. The old woman's prattle about the return of her lost boy, so big and strong and handsome, had become unendurable. She felt that she should scream and collapse unless help came at once. She looked at her watch. It was just thirty-five minutes from the time she had left the cabin in the valley below. She sprang to her feet with a smothered cry of joy. The beat of a horse's hoof at full gallop was ringing down the road. In two minutes the Doctor's firm footstep was heard at the kitchen door. Nance turned with a look of glad surprise. “Well, fur the land sake, ef hit ain't Doctor Mulford! Come right in!” she cried. The Doctor seized her hand. “And how is my good friend, Mrs. Owens, this morning?” he asked cheerfully.