Once or twice he sought to start up, but each time, at her hand across his forehead and her clear voice in his ear, he relaxed. This docile obedience, this willing trust in her little strength, one word of hers stilling the storm in his brain and bringing peace instead of fury, moved her almost to tears. She closed her eyes, her hand over his throbbing lids, and gave herself up to an impulsive prayer--another Dodo, back again in the quiet soul reaches of that unfathomable night when, reckless and defiant, ready to renounce the faith of a Salamander, she had suddenly found herself gliding into unforeseen deeps, miraculously inspired. After a long half-hour Doctor Lampson came--a powerful man of quick eye, hearty laugh and abounding vitality. "Hello, Garry! Been wrestling with skyscrapers?" he cried with a rumbling laugh, sitting down on the sofa. "Trying to drink up the Hudson River, eh?" "Hello, Alex!" said Garry gratefully. He shook his head despondently. "Bad start!" "Rats, man! Bad start? What are you talking about? Remember the first half of that Princeton game, eleven to nothing? That was a bad start, wasn't it? Didn't prevent you going through like a runaway engine for a couple of touchdowns, did it? Well, then! Don't talk to me! I've seen you start!" "Good old Alex!" said Lindaberry, with a smile. "Oh, I'm in the fight!" "Yes; you look as if you'd been fighting, all right!" said Lampson with a roar. "Now, just you shut up! What you want, man, is sleep! We'll fix you up in a jiffy!". "Stay; get me quiet, will you, Alex?" "Don't you tell me what to do!" said Doctor Lampson, with assumed fierceness. "Here, Rogers, get him undressed and into bed. Back in a moment!" He nodded to Doré, and they passed into the next room. "Pretty close to D. T's. I'll quiet him down, but we've got to get a trained nurse in here, Christmas Eve--bad time!" He began to whistle. "But I'm here!" Doré said eagerly. "You? My dear child, he may go quietly, and then he may take to chewing up chairs and walking on the ceiling. No, no! Who the devil could I get at this hour?" he said, studying Doré, at a loss where to place her. A sudden thought came to her. "There are two trained nurses where I live, friends of mine, just a few blocks away, Doctor. One is free--I know she'd come for me!" "What's her name?" "Stuart--Clarice Stuart." "I know her. Good!" he said, breaking in. "All right! That'll do!" Ida, with a note from Dodo, went off in the automobile, leaving them alone. "You'd better go too, young lady," he said abruptly. "I am going to stay!" she said, up in arms at once. "This is no place for you!"