The doctor saluted the Chief in due form and said: "Could we have another tent, Chief, for these ladies?
Just beside this tent here, so that they can have a little sleep." The Chief grunted a doubtful acquiescence, but in due time a tent very much dilapidated was pitched upon the clean dry ground close beside that in which the sick boy lay.

While this was being done the doctor was making a further examination of his patient.

With admiring eyes, Moira followed the swift movements of his deft fingers.

There was no hesitation.

There was no fumbling.