She ran to the tent door and before her astonished eyes there drew up at her tent Dr.Martin, her sister-in-law and the ever-faithful Smith.
"Oh, oh, Dr.Martin!" she cried, running to him with both hands outstretched, and could say no more.
"Hello, what's up?
Say, what the deuce have they been doing to you ?" The doctor was quite wrathful.
"Oh, I am glad, that's all." "Glad?
Well, you show your joy in a mighty queer way." "She's done out, Doctor," cried Moira, springing from her horse and running to her sister-in-law.

"I ought to have come before to relieve her," she continued penitently, with her arms round Mandy, "but I knew so little, and besides I thought the doctor was here." "He was here," said Mandy, recovering herself.

"He has just gone, and oh, I am glad.

He wanted to cut his foot off." "Cut his foot off?
Whose foot off?
His own ?" said Dr.Martin.
"But I am glad! How did you get here in all the world ?" "Your telegram came when I was away," said the doctor.

"I did not get it for a day, then I came at once." "My telegram ?" "Yes, your telegram.