When he had sauntered across the street with his careless, easy stride and disappeared inside the swinging doors of the bar-room of the Terriberry House, Dr. Harpe said brusquely: "Here, you gotta help me yank this leg straight but, first, I want you to go over to the store and bust up a thin box--something for splints--strips off a fruit case would be best if you can get 'em." "Haven't you splints?" the man asked in surprise. "No; I've just come; I haven't got a stock yet and there's no drug store in this jay town. It's on the way but that doesn't help us now. We ought to have plaster of Paris but we haven't. Hurry up--get a move on before it swells any more." The man did as he was bid, with a look of doubt and uncertainty upon his face. He returned almost immediately with strips torn from a case of fruit. "That's good." Dr. Harpe laid them on the bunk with the bandages. She added shortly: "She's going to howl." "Can't you give her anything?" "No; I can't give ether by myself. I'm not going to take a chance like that. If she'd die on my hands it'd queer me here on the jump. 'Twon't kill her. She'll probably faint and then it'll be easy. When the muscles relax, hold on to her leg above her knee while I pull." The man's face turned a ghastly hue as the child screamed and fainted away, nor did the color return as he watched the woman's clumsy fingers, the bungling movements which, unlettered as he was, told him of her inexperience--bungling movements which had not even compensating feminine gentleness. When the child had revived and Dr. Harpe had finished, the man went outside and leaned against the wheel. "Are you sure it'll be straight?" She saw her own misgivings reflected in his face, and it exasperated her. "What a fool question. Do you think I don't know my business?" He did not answer, and she turned away. "Daddy?" "Yes, Rosie." He was at her side at once. She lifted her clear eyes to his face. "I don't like that woman." "Like her!" he answered slowly. "Like her! Her heart is as black as my hat." To herself Dr. Harpe was saying: "Moses! I had to start in on somebody." It was with relief that she looked through her office window after supper and saw that the wagon was gone from the vacant lot. "Good riddance!" she muttered. "I wouldn't have that black-eyed devil hanging around this town for money. He's onery enought to do me mischief. I wonder who he was? He might be anything or anybody; a dago duke or a hold-up--or both. Anyway, he's gone, and if I never see him again it'll be soon enough."