It
is too critical and difficult, he says."
"So I have heard," he answered, with a new note in his voice, his
professional instinct roused in spite of himself. "Who is this man?
What interests you in him?"
"To how many unknown people have you given your skill for nothing--your
skill and all your experience to utter strangers, no matter how low or
poor! Is it not so? Well, I cannot give to strangers what you have
given to so many, but I can help in my own way."
"You want me to see the man at once?"
"If you will."
"What is his name? I know of his accident and the circumstances."
She hesitated for an instant, then said, "He is called Draper--a trapper
and woodsman."
"But I was going away to-morrow at sunrise. All my arrangements are
made," he urged, his eyes holding hers, his passion swimming in his eyes
again.
"But you will not see a man die, if you can save him?" she pleaded,
unable now to meet his look, its mastery and its depth.
Her heart had almost leaped with joy at the suggestion that he could not
stay; but as suddenly self-reproach and shame filled her mind, and she
had challenged him so.
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