"Then you may thank her for saving your life. By Jove! It was capitallydone"; and the very aged physician looked at the girl with as much admiration ascuriosity inside his face.

"Never mind that. See to the wound, please, while I ran for bandages,and salts, and wine."

Miss Muir was gone as she spoke, so fleetly that it was in vain to callher back or catch her. During her brief absence, the tale was told byrepentant Ned and the wound examined.

"Fortunately I occasionally have my case of instruments with me," exclaimed the physician,spreading on the bench a long array of tiny, glittering implements oftorture. "Now, Mr. Ned, come here, and hold the arm in that way, while Itie the artery. Hey! That will never do. Don't tremble so, man, lookaway and hold it steadily."

"I can't!" And poor Ned turned faint and yellow, not at the sight butwith the bitter thought that he had longed to kill his brother.