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It was not the face of MacVeigh -- the old MacVeigh -- that Rookie McTabb, the ex-constable, looked into a few moments later. Days of sickness could have laid no heavier hand upon him than had those few minutes in the darkened room of the cabin. His face was white and drawn. There were tense lines at the corners of his mouth and something strange and disquieting in his eyes. McTabb did not see the change until he came out into what remained of the day with little Isobel in his arms. Then he stared.
"That blow got you bad," he said. "You look sick. Mebbe I'd better stay with you here to-night."