reached the tumble-down farmhouse where Link Ferris kept
bachelor's hall.

Laying his patient on the kitchen table, Link lighted a candle
and went in search of such rude appliances as his father had
been wont to keep in store for any of the farm's animals that
might be injured.

Three times as a lad Link had seen his father set the broken leg
of a sheep, and once he had watched the older man perform a like
office for a yearling heifer whose hind leg had become wedged
between two brookside stones and had sustained a compound
fracture. From Civil War hospital experience the father had been
a deft bonesetter. And following his recollection of the old
man's methods, Link himself had later set the broken leg of one
of his lambs. The operation had been a success. He resolved now
to duplicate it.

Slowly and somewhat clumsily he went to work at the injured dog.
The collie's brave patience nerved him to greater tenderness and
care. A veterinary would have made neater work of the
bonesetting, but hardly could have rendered the job more
effective.

When the task was achieved Link brought his patient a bowl of
cold water--which the collie drank greedily--and some bread and
meat scraps which the feverish patient would not touch.

As he worked at his bonesetting task, Ferris had more chance to
study his new acquisition. The dog was young--probably not more