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"You are not the only doctor in Bridgetown."
"But I am the least dangerous."
She grew suddenly suspicious of him, aware that he was permitting
himself to rally her, and in a measure she had already yielded to
it. She stiffened, and looked him over again.
"You make too free, I think," she rebuked him.
"A doctor's privilege."
"I am not your patient. Please to remember it in future." And on
that, unquestionably angry, she departed.
"Now is she a vixen or am I a fool, or is it both?" he asked the
blue vault of heaven, and then went into the shed.
It was to be a morning of excitements. As he was leaving an hour
or so later, Whacker, the younger of the other two physicians, joined
him - an unprecedented condescension this, for hitherto neither of
them had addressed him beyond an occasional and surly "good-day!"
"If you are for Colonel Bishop's, I'll walk with you a little way,
Doctor Blood," said he. He was a short, broad man of five-and-forty
with pendulous cheeks and hard blue eyes.
Peter Blood was startled.


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