"
"You wonder if he's worth saving?"
Varley shrugged his shoulders impatiently. "No, that's not what I
meant."
Finden smiled to himself. "Is it a difficult case?" he asked.
"Critical and delicate; but it has been my specialty."
"One of the local doctors couldn't do it, I suppose?"
"They would be foolish to try."
"And you are going away at sunrise to-morrow?"
"Who told you that?" Varley's voice was abrupt, impatient.
"I heard you say so-everybody knows it. . . . That's a bad man
yonder, Varley." He jerked his thumb towards the hospital. "A terrible
bad man, he's been. A gentleman once, and fell down--fell down hard.
He's done more harm than most men. He's broken a woman's heart and
spoilt her life, and, if he lives, there's no chance for her, none at
all. He killed a man, and the law wants him; and she can't free herself
without ruining him; and she can't marry the man she loves because of
that villain yonder, crying for his life to be saved. By Josh and by
Joan, but it's a shame, a dirty shame, it is!"
Suddenly Varley turned and gripped his arm with fingers of steel.
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