be better, captain."

"Tut, tut. Don't say sich a thing."

"But I know it, so what's the use of pretending? Didn't the doctors
say that I can't get better unless I go to a specialist?"

"Well, why can't ye go?" the captain queried. "What's to hinder ye?"

"It's the want of money," was the slow reply. "It would cost so much,
and we are poor. I know that Douglas would help if he could, but he
can't do much now."

"But suppose ye had the money, and could go, would it make ye happy?"

"Don't tease me, captain," and the girl gave the hard hand which was
holding hers an affectionate little squeeze.

"I'm not, Whyn, really I'm not. The scouts are goin' to send ye."

"Captain Josh!"

"There now, never mind any of yer exclaimin'. I knew it would surprise
ye. Yes, the scouts have decided to send ye to a specialist.
Everything is all arranged."

"But I can't allow it, captain," Whyn protested. "Do they mean to take
their money and use it upon me?"

"Yes, that's jist what they're goin' to do."