He tore strips of cloth from the wounded man's shirt and succeeded, after a little, in staunching the blood.
"How do you feel?"
"Weak as a cat, but I don't believe the blade touched a vital spot," answered Vane, who now sat on the bench at the end of the porch.
"Of course he didn't. Shall I help you to the doctor's office?"
"No. You are going to the village?"
"Yes."
"Then you may send Dr. Helling to me."
"I will do so."
"Stay one moment."
The hunter turned about and waited for what his young friend had to say.