Part 33 (2/2)

He left the tea with the spoon in it, and did not even stop to thrust a bit of bread into his pocket

”How did it happen?” he said, as they started the jog-trot froun, sir, and it went off and shot hi”

Not much more was said Man and boy needed all the breath they had for that five- wind Grenfell remembered the cross-country runs of the ”harriers” at Oxford Then, it was s rural lanes Then, he ran after nights of coood fuel for the hury and after three broken nights of lying on damp sand What a difference!

But the old zest of life and youth caood he could do was a spur to keep hi at top speed Of old he ran for a ribbon, afor a life So often his errands, afoot or behind the dogs, had that guerdon before them--and what prize of victory wasup with the man--the man who always had kept himself in the pink of condition, whose frame never failed to serve him when he called on it for a sudden, extra strain

Grenfell re fellow he ran to help Abe Gould was but twenty As aiven four years of his life to the world war, in France and Flanders Then he had come home, and with his honors, and the tales of his bravery on all tongues and in all ears, he had gone back quietly to scraping the fish and h he never knew another life or another country

As they ran on with hearts pounding, the one big question that kept asking itself in the Doctor'selse--the battle with the ice-pack, the possible fate of the _Strathcona_, the weary trudging round the northern pro soldier, whose blood was ebbing away clock-tick by clock-tick, as they hastened to his side

That five er than the ninetydays

He was no longer stiff and las on his heels as if he were Mercury

There was the little grey house at last The panting boy at his side gasped out, ”My brother's there!”

Grenfell fairly fell against the door It was flung open instantly

The roo their hands: and none could do anything to help

”The Doctor!” they cried It was al soldier lay on a hard table, flat on his back I had been laid on a feather pillow and to stop the flow of blood his foot was strung up to the ceiling Blood and salt water soaked his garments and dripped to the floor, as if he were a slab of seal- each other how fond they were of Abe, and what a good, brave lad he was, and how they would hate to lose hiularly neighborly, and often in their need they are as children

They think that any stranger froh to doctor them

Most of the people had to be sent from the room, for the sake of air and space and the poor boy's comfort Dr Grenfell had no instruers went hither and yon, and picked up things he had left in the neighborhood for use in such a crisis They ca, a precious thimbleful of ether, shreds of silk to tie the arteries, a small supply of opium

By the time they came back from their house-to-house search, Dr

Grenfell had wound a towel round the patient's thigh, and twisted it with a stick in a ”tourniquet” that stopped the deadly ebbing of the blood

There wasn't ether enough, but what he had was used A man stood on each side and held the patient to the table Grenfell had to pick out piece after piece of bone froers It didn't help at all when one of his helpers fainted at the gory sight, and fell across the body of the woundedhad to be cut off, eventually, but Abe's life was saved During the night that followed Grenfell'sthe patient a sleeping-draught of opiuony Not a wink of sleep did the great physician get, the long night through But as he sat there, he was happy to think--that he had come in time to save Abe Gould This more thanwith those New York gentlemen And when he finally reached theave him

No wonder the fisher-folk of the Labrador swear by ”the Doctor” and turn a deaf ear and a curling lip of conteainst hi-line of his work: he is their friend: they knohat he did for them and theirs, and--men of feords as they are--they would in their turn do anything for him

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