David was distressed, but he searched about until he found an old battered pail in which to prepare his antiseptic, and busied himself in replenishing the fire and boiling the water; all the time his every move was watched by the hound and the pathetic blue eyes of his master.

Soon Cassandra returned, to David’s great relief, alone. She smiled as she looked in his face, and spoke quietly: “I told her to take the children and gather dock and mullein leaves and such like to make tea for her old man, and if she’d stay awhile, I’d look after him and have supper for them when they got back. Is there anything I can do now?”

David was troubled indeed, but what could he do? He explained his need of her quickly, in low tones, outside the door. “I believe you are