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"You'd best go home to bed,
Dutchy," said the little doc.
Dutchy stared at the doc in speech
less anger for a few moments. Then
he shot out his big fist and caught the
little doc on the mouth, knocking
him down and cutting his lip open.
"Have you spunk enough to fight,
you little shrimp '' he roared.
The little doc, very pale, stood be
fore Dutchy, not attempting to de
"Hoi" roared Dutchy. "Nice sort
of man you're going to get, Miss Lida.
Why, I'd fight the little whippersnap
per with one hand tied behind me."
Then, being somewhat pleased with
his' work, Dutchy permitted Duggan
and Moffat to lead him home, still
breathing out threats of whathewas
going to do to the doc next time he
caught hito on Miss Lida's porch.
What Miss Lida said to him is un
known, for she sat in a sort of daze
while the little doc was being knock
ed down. However, it was noticed
that the little doc didn't call on her
for a day or two, and next time he
dropped in Jim Moffat was there, hav
ing apparently been restored to favor.
And though Miss Lida was friendly
enough with the little doc, anyone
could have been that things weren't
quite the same.
, For however small a man may be,
' it is expected that he will do some
thing when he gets a hit across the
mouth, instead of picking himself up
and smiling, as the doc had done. And
Miss Lida was certainly placed in an
uncomfortable position, for no girl
likes going with a coward.
Three days after the episode
Dutchy's friend Hinkman came run
ning into the doc's office.
"Dutchy's got the fever, doc," he
said. "You don't remember what he
did to you, doc? He's scared out of
his wits, doc, and thinks he's going
"All right," answered the doc. He
got up and went round to the shack,
in which Dutchy lay upon his bed,
tossing and muttering deliriously. It
was the last case in Sapphire, but it
was the worst The doc had pulled
the rest through without a single dis
aster, but this seemed hopeless front
During the next three weeks the
doc put in nearly all his time with
Dutchy. He told Hinkman to call him
any hour of the. night when Dutchy
seemed worse. He persuaded Miss
Lida to lend her aid and between
them at last they got Dutchy out of
the valley of the shadow.
It was an awful time, said Hinkman!
Dutchy dimly recognized the doc and
thought he was trying to poison him.
Sometimes he fought so hard that it
was all they could do to keep hini
from jumping out of the window.
The little doc showed a good deal of
strength, Hinkman reported, in such
Finally Dutchy, out of danger, and
weighing about one-third as much as
he had done, lay on the bed, cori
scious, and looking up at the doc with
a sort of dumb dog gratitude expres
sion. "Doc," he had the grace to say,
"That's all right, Dutchy," the lit
tle doc answered, smiling.
The days passed, and evidently
the doc had succeeded in squaring
himself with Miss Lida, for they sat
together on the stoop every afternoon
now. And there was not a man in
camp not vowed the doc was a white
man, and that he would give his life
rather than let anyone say the oppo
site, or lay a finger on the doc again.
Well, Dutchy went North to con
valesce, and at last the day came
when he tsood before the doc, who
was still sitting on Miss Lida's porch
they being now engaged and
spoke up much less sheepishly, but
still sore of ashamed.
"Doc, I've come back and I want
to thank you," he began.
"That's all right, Dutchy," answer
ed the doc. "Are you ready ndw?"
"Ready? For what?" asked,