Doctor--?
"Middlekauffer, for purposes of introduction. For purposes of
conversation, 'Doctor Jack,' or just plain 'Jack.' Never cared much for
handles to names. You got my wire?"
"Yes. Who sent you here?"
"Forbes. Down here on the fifth. Met him out in the next State, at an
operation. He told me to come, as my business was the impossible. Told
me you'd stand for it, don't you know, and all that sort of thing?"
"I'm very glad. How is he?"
"Doing very nicely, all things considered."
"Is there a chance?" the Colonel cried, eagerly; "a real chance?"
"My dear man, until amputation is the only thing to be done, there's
always a chance. Personally, I'm very hopeful, though I've been called a
dreamer more than once. But we've got him chirked up a lot, and he's
getting his nerve back, and this morning I thought I detected a slight
improvement, though I was afraid to tell him so. We've all got to work
for him and work like the devil at that."
"If work will do it--"
"Nothing worth while is ever done without work. Go up and see him."
At the sound of a familiar step upon the stair, Allison turned deathly
white.
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