"
The young man referred to now advanced, made a leg and pulled a
black forelock. He was a strapping youth, attired in the latest
fashion of French St. Genevieve. He bowed to this lady; but at the
same time, the glance he cast at her French waiting-maid was
evidence enough of the actuating cause of his journey. He had
heard somewhat of these strangers at Tallwoods house.
"I'll been forget to tell the _docteur_ h'all about Mr. Dunwodee,"
began Eleazar.
"What business have you to forget!" demanded Jamieson sternly.
"Has anything gone wrong?"
"_Mon pere_," began Hector, "I'll tol' him, if he didn't tell the
_docteur_ about how Monsieur Dunwodee he'll broke it his leg some
more--"
"What's that?" The doctor whirled upon him.
"It's quite true," said Josephine. "He had a fall, here in the
house. He thinks he has broken the injured bone. I didn't know
for a long time that he had been shot. He stood out here last
night talking to me."
"_Stood_ out here--_talking_ to you--with his leg broken
through--the front bone? Couldn't you have any mercy? You didn't
have to _use_ that broken wrist, but he--standing around--"
"He did not tell me, until the last moment.
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