She must not be
disturbed. The half-breed woman can look after her. I've told her what to
do. You'll keep to another room, of course."
"There's a bunk in that room where I could sleep," said the other, with a
note of protest.
"I'm afraid that, in our patient's interest, you must do what I say," the
other insisted, with a friendly smile which caused him a great effort.
"If I make her bloom again, that will suit you, won't it?"
A look of gloating came into the other's eyes: "Let it go at that," he
said. "Mebbe I'll take her over to the sea before the wheat-harvest."
Out on the Askatoon trail, the Young Doctor ruminated over what he had
seen and heard at Tralee. "That old geezer will get an awful jolt one
day," he said to himself. "If that girl should wake! Her eyes--if
somebody comes along and draws the curtains! She hasn't the least idea of
where she is or what it all means. All she knows is that she's a prisoner
in some strange, savage country and doesn't know its language or anybody
at all--as though she'd lost her memory. Any fellow, young, handsome and
with enough dash and colour to make him romantic could do it. . . . Poor
little robin in the snow!" he added, and looked back towards Tralee.
As he did so, the man from Slow Down Ranch cantering towards Tralee
caught his eye. "Louise-Orlando," he said musingly; then, with a sudden
flick of the reins on his horse's back, he added abruptly, almost
sternly, "By the great horn spoons, no!"
Thus when his prophecy took concrete form, he revolted from it.
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