"Oh yes," cried Wilton eagerly; "that must be managed somehow. I should say--Who's this?"
"Company?" said Ned's father, turning to look through the open door towards the track leading to the next plantation.
"Our Yankee neighbour," said the doctor. "What does he want?"
"It's a patient for you, Lee," said Wilton.
"Hillo, you!" cried the newcomer, in a lusty voice, but in rather a nasal sing-song tone. "Doctor there?"
"Yes; come in," was the reply, and a tall, sun-dried, keen-looking man in grey flannels, the legs of which were tucked into his boots, dropped the butt of his rifle on the earthen floor with a dull thud, as he slouched into the room, to show the assembled party that the joke about a patient for the doctor was a good guess, and that many a true word really is spoken in jest.
THE MAN FROM THE WILDERNESS.
"Howdy, all on you? Two boys included. D'yer he