"Ah--ha, nurse! What are you doing to my patient!"
"I'm only keeping him quiet, sir, as you told me to," said Nance, with a
rosy face.
"It's the doctor you ought to pay, not the patient. Well, my boy, how
are we this morning? Head aching yet?"
"It does feel a bit queer. Tell me all about last night, Doctor!"
"Ah--ha, yes--last night! Well, you caught the murderer with a
vengeance, my boy--or he caught you,"--and then, seeing the puzzlement
in the tired eyes, he briefly explained the whole matter.
"And do you mean it was that awful beast killed the others?"
"Without a doubt--and would have killed you in exactly the same way, and
exactly the same place, but for my pads and the Senechal's bullets.
Queer thing--they found the brute lying all in a heap in Coupee Bay on
the very spot where Tom Hamon and Peter Mauger were found."
"Ay-y-y-y-y!" breathed Gard, with a long sigh of relief and a shiver. "I
shall never forget him."
"Oh yes, you will--in time. Think of little Nance here. She's a sight
better worth thinking of. And now, Miss Nancy, how much good news can
you stand all at once, if you try your very hardest?" he asked, with a
sparkle in his eyes that somehow seemed to set hers sparkling too.
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