"She came tearing down to the mill, bare-backed on our half-broken
mustang, about half an hour ago, to call me 'to help you,'" explained
Bradley. "Heaven knows how she managed to do it!"
CHAPER II.
The medication of the woods was not overestimated by Bradley. There was
surely some occult healing property in that vast reservoir of balmy and
resinous odors over which The Lookout beetled and clung, and from which
at times the pure exhalations of the terraced valley seemed to rise.
Under its remedial influence and a conscientious adherence to the rules
of absolute rest and repose laid down for him, Mainwaring had no return
of the hemorrhage. The nearest professional medical authority, hastily
summoned, saw no reason for changing or for supplementing Bradley's
intelligent and simple treatment, although astounded that the patient
had been under no more radical or systematic cure than travel and
exercise. The women especially were amazed that Mainwaring had taken
"nothing for it," in their habitual experience of an unfettered
pill-and-elixir-consuming democracy. In their knowledge of the thousand
"panaceas" that filled the shelves of the general store, this singular
abstention of their guest seemed to indicate a national peculiarity.
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