He ain't dead, nor he ain't asleep,
but I can't git nothin' out of him, so I jest brung him along. I'll
h'ist him out, if you say so."
"Can you?" said Vesta. "I will help you. I am strong enough. Will
your horses stand?"
"They can't fall down, 'count of the shafts," said Mr. Butters,
clambering slowly down from his seat, "and they won't do nothin' else.
We'll git him out now, jest as easy. I think a sight of that young
feller; made me feel bad, I tell ye, to see him there all stove up,
and think mebbe--"
"Don't, please!" said Vesta. "I am--not very strong--"
"Thought you said you was!" said Ithuriel Butters. "You stand one
side, then, if it's the same to you. I can carry him as easy as I
would a baby, and I wouldn't hurt him no more'n I would one."
* * * * *
"There are two hands upon the pulse of life!" said the young doctor.
No one replied to this remark, nor did he appear to expect a reply.
The room was darkened, and he was lying on his bed; at least some
one was, he supposed it was himself. There was a smell of drugs. Some
one had been hurt.
"There are two hands upon the pulse of life," he repeated; "the
detective's, to surprise--and confound; the phys--phys--what?"
"Physician's," said some one.
"That's it! the physician's, to help and to heal.
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