She took his hand in hers, a pang of remorseful pity wrenching her heart. "Don't say that, daddy," she gently chided. "Keep your good courage." She looked up at the ranger, who stood near with troubled brow. "Mr. Hanscom, will you please find Dr. Carmody and tell him my father needs him?" With a quick word of assurance he hurried away, and the girl, bending to the care of her stepfather, suffered from a full realization of the fact that he had been brought to this condition by the strength of his devotion to her. "For my sake he exiled himself, for me he has been assaulted, wounded, arrested"--and, looking down upon him in the light of her recovered sense of values, she became very humble. "Dear old daddy," she wailed, "it's all my fault. What can I do to make amends? You've sacrificed so much for me." Sick as he was, the old man did his best to comfort her, but she was still sitting on the floor, with head bowed in troubled thought, when Hanscom and Carmody hurried in. Her relief, made manifest by the instant movement with which she gave way to him, was almost childlike. "Oh, Doctor, I'm glad to see you!" she cried out. "I was afraid your legal duties might keep you." "Luckily my legal duties are over," he replied, quickly, "and I'm glad of it. I hope I never'll have another such case." A brief examination convinced him that the sick man should be put to bed, and he suggested the Palace Hotel, which stood but a few doors away. "He can't travel to-day," he added, knowing that Helen had planned to take the train. Kauffman insisted on going. "I can walk," he said, firmly. "I feel a little dizzy, but I'll be all right in the coach." Hanscom was at his side, supporting him. "You'd better wait a day," he said, gently; and Helen understood and sided with him. Together they helped the sick man to the door and into the doctor's car, and in a few minutes Kauffman was stretched upon a good bed in a pleasant room. With a deep sigh of relief he laid his head upon the soft pillow. "I am glad not to entrain to-day," he said. "To-morrow will be better for us all." "Never mind about to-morrow," said Hanscom. "You rest as easy as you can." Helen followed Carmody into the hall. "Tell me the truth," she demanded. "Is he injured internally?" "It's hard to say what his injuries are," he cautiously replied. "He's badly bruised and feverish, but it may be nothing serious. However, he can't travel for a few days, that's certain." She was not entirely reassured by his reply, and her voice was bitterly accusing as she said: "If he should die, I would never forgive myself. He came here on my account." "There's no immediate danger. He seems strong and will probably throw this fever off in a few hours, but he must be kept quiet and cheerful." There was a rebuke in his final words, and she accepted it as such. "I'll do the best I can, Doctor," she replied, and returned to her duty.