She touched his hand and it was still burning hot. She looked up at his face and saw that there was a strange pallor beneath the superficial sunburn on his skin.
“Surely the doctor should be here by now!” she exclaimed and her voice was frightened.
“He might be out on a call,” Mr. Langton answered and his voice was hoarse and dry. “There is a Chinese festival today. I let the coolies off early. They have all gone to the village about two miles away.”
“Is there nothing else – we can do?” Dorinda asked him desperately.
“Nothing,” he answered, “except to keep him walking.”
That was easier said than done. Dorinda was almost exhausted by the weight of Maximus Kirby’s arm and she knew that Mr. Langton, even though he was young and strong, was feeling the burden of his employer.
Backwards a
